Don’t Put These On Your Headstone (Limericks)

My versifying friend Gerald Bosacker has been writing a series of Poetic Headstones — safety hints in limerick form, which he refers to as “limerbituaries.” When he challenged me to write one, I just had to give it a try:

If your doc says, “Go under the knife.
Only surgery’s saving your life.”
Kindly check out his rep.
Mel did not, the poor schlepp.
So Mel is now missed by his wife.

From there, I moved on to something a bit more warped — not exactly a safety hint, but a “limerbituary,” nonetheless:

Just why is this poor fellow dead?
Well mainly he’s missing his head.
He dined with a bad man,
A head-chopping madman,
And that’s the last time he was fed.

Thanks for the inspiration, Gerald.

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3 Responses to “Don’t Put These On Your Headstone (Limericks)”

  1. Jesse Levy says:

    You’re Mad! Mad, I tell you!

  2. Steve Nance says:

    Fun ones, Mad! Your medical theme inspired me.

    She got insurance — a prudent decision
    ‘Til she got sick — then came the recission.
    The pecunious guile
    Of coverage denial
    “Post-existing” is now her condition.

    The fellow beneath this gazebo
    Could be cured — but not by placebo.
    The control group, his lot
    And that’s how he got
    A kind of corporeal repo.

  3. madkane says:

    Haha! Fun stuff Steve!