These are some of my limericks that I had written for the contest I mentioned in yesterday’s post about little infinite’s poetry contest for June 2019. You can vote for my limerick at this link – I promise it’ll give you a laugh and will be worth the one minute you take to support me!
Beneath each limerick is going to be a small explanation about why I didn’t choose the limerick for the contest itself, but I was really proud of all them and felt that it would be wrong not to share them with you. Be sure to like this post if you enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them – you will, but the like is a formality, you know how it goes 😉
There once was a writer with skills She was convinced would pay the bills But still she is broke And often without hope So she just pleads that her dream doesn’t kill
For obvious reasons, this doesn’t exactly fall in the realm of “humorous” or “funny.” I wrote this limerick first, and I’ve been in a very negative and dark mindset for a few weeks now. Everything is falling apart in my life right now and this poem definitely reflects the way I’ve been feeling lately. I know I’m a talented writer with enough ideas to sell work for the rest of my life comfortably – I know that my ideas would sell – I know that people enjoy what I create. Yet? I’m still struggling to find a way to translate those skills and that passion into a reliable career with a stable income. It’s frustrating and this limerick is more or less meant to be a funny jab at the hopeless that keeps looming over me.
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed Which caused me to hit my head It didn’t hurt I can go to work But I think I’ll stay home instead.
This is one of those “is it” funny sort of pieces. It’s kind of funny because we have all had a day where we called off of work when we probably could’ve gone it, but it was just too much life at once. Mental health days are important to take when we’re feeling overwhelmed. It’s funny, but not really in a “haha” sort of way and more like a “i feel” way. Relatable humor is good, but I don’t think it would get a laugh track, you know?
A funny old man sat on a bench Next to an odd, silly old wench They grumbled a lot And called me a snot When I commented on their stench
If you’re asking why the old people smell bad it’s because they’re dead. I have a very morbid imagination and I’m all for the tragic backstory thing. The image I had for this limerick was that there would be a zombie couple on a bench and a tweenager walking by on their phone, commenting on the bad smell, and the old zombie folks calling the kid a snot. It was very “comic strip humor” in my head, but I didn’t feel like I was able to translate that image very well into this poem. A limerick that can’t be successful without a corresponding image is not a very good limerick. So I passed it up.
After thinking for a very long time I couldn’t seem to find a rhyme So I’ll write down How I’m feeling now And then maybe the words I will find
This limerick has selling power – it has voting power. Every writer, poet or not, can relate to this feeling. Having something be this relatable is an easy sell, but it didn’t feel creative enough to rake in the votes. Limericks make people laugh, and I was looking for something that would garner a laugh track when I read it. My husband gave something I call a “ha ha huff,” which is where he finds something ironically funny but not legitimately funny. I love this poem and I came stupid close to submitting this for the vote instead.
The limerick I chose to submit, that I hope you vote for, had everything I would want from a limerick while still retaining the clear imagery that poetry is supposed to have in it. I feel very confident in it and hope that you’ve clicked the link to vote for my poem already, but if not – please allow me to remind you a second time in the same paragraph.
Voting is the free-est and easiest way to support my work 🙂
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