Limericks are one of my favorite forms of poetry. They’re short, fun to write, and are usually meant to be humorous. (They were also my go-to distraction in school when I had trouble paying attention in class.)

Limericks are five lines long, and these are the number of syllables in each line:






Try writing your own! They’re fun to write and read aloud because they have a catchy rhythm. The number of syllables doesn’t have to be exactly what I’ve given above. You could have 8 in the first line and 5 instead of 6 in one of the middle lines. What matters is the rhythm. You’ll be able to hear if it sounds right. Here are some of mine:

There is a girl in Zimbabwe

Who bought a new toilet today

She put her head in

To see what was within

And whoosh! She was flushed away.


A man who thought he was really cool

Decided he was much too smart for school

He said, “Know it I do

One plus three equals two

That proves for sure I’m no fool!”


I used to think math was no fun

Till I saw how much I could get done

So now I write poems

While the teacher drones

And now I enjoy math a ton.


A plant of diminutive size

Felt sure he would meet his demise

He started to cry

Said, “Surely I’ll die!”

He could not photosynthesize.


There once was a poor little sheep

And all he could do was weep

For it must be confessed

He failed his math test

And his A he would no longer keep.


There once was a green and speckled frog

Who hated doing math ’cause of logs

Each time that he’d fail

He’d let out a wail

And try to drown himself in a bog.


I feel like drinking a cup of tea

Perhaps watching ships sail by the sea

I want to close my eyes

Tilt my head to the sky

And just soak in that salty sea breeze.


Lenin’s mood was quite sour

He waited until the right hour

He said, “Let us rise!”

So it was no surprise

That the Bolsheviks soon came to power.


Lenin cried to the awaiting crowd,

“All power to the Bolsheviks, now!

“We must overthrow

“We cannot be slow!”

The response could be heard clear and loud.


Lenin was feeling insecure

So he had the Cheka instill terror

The secret police

It did not use peace

But methods of violence and torture.


There once was a boy named Michael

And all he would do was recycle

He was so obsessed

He just wouldn’t rest

Until the end of his life cycle.


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