Just In Time For Mother’s Day…
I hope you’ll join me in writing a limerick with this first line:
A hard-working mother named May…
Here’s mine:
Just In Time For Mother’s Day
By Madeleine Begun Kane
A hard-working mother named May
Had three children and twins on the way.
When her spouse heard the news,
He guzzled some booze
And grumbled, “I should have been gay.”
Please feel free to write your own limerick using the same first line and post it in my comments. And if you’re on Facebook, I hope you’ll join my friends in that same activity in my Limerick-Offs.
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A hard-working mother named May
Used to clean up the house every day
Her brood didn’t notice
So she just ran for POTUS
She won, and went to D.C. to stay.
A hard working mother named May
Worked at Walmart every day
One day she got sick
They “docked” her real quick
No insurance, no sick time, no pay!
A hard-working mother named May
Said “It’s a wonderful day
for going outdoors
ignoring the stores
and letting myself just play!”
A hard-working mother named May
Wanted to be a good writer with pay.
She started a blog,
All their antics she’d log.
Now no breakfast in bed on Mother’s Day!
A hard-working mother named May
Drove home in her old Chevrolet
The windows were frosted
And May was exhausted
But felt pretty good anyway
A hard-working mother named May,
On a stroll, took a roll in the hay.
What strated with “Maybe,”
Soon ended, God save me,
With a bundle just nine months away.
These are fun ones. Please keep them coming and post them on Facebook too, if you’re active there. Thanks!
A hard working mother named May
Loved her kids, so she worked every day.
Then along came 2008,
The financial crisis wasn’t so great–
All working-class dreams flew away.
A hard working mother named May
Started socking some money away
When Hubbie took off
May said with a scoff
“I’m way ahead of ya! I’m okay!”
A hard-working mother named May
Used to make her children pay
For food: She would grin,
Spend the money on gin;
“Hush now, more work, less play!”
(This is an especially awesome blog post because my birthday’s on Mayday. I’ll put you in this fortnight’s Blogsplosion, too ’cause you’re so cool!)
– Pip
A hard working mother named May
Took all of June off to play
She and Miranda July
Dated the very same guy
And in August they went to Calais
Great — more goodies!
Happy birthday, Pip! Thanks.
A hard-working mother named May
Found herself at a swinging Soiree.
The Men were with all nude,
Enjoying the food,
And all she could say was “Oy Vey”.
A hard working mother named May
Decided to surprise hubby one day
She found him with Gus
He said, “let’s discuss”
She just spat and ripped off his toupee.
and
A hard working mother named May
looks forward to her once a year day
When children are silent
and no one gets violent
And they play in the bay down the way.
hey madeleine, thanks for the fun. a word of caution: one of the following three limericks contains a direct reference to “Peshtigo pigeon pate”
A hard-working mother named May
Drove home in her old Chevrolet
The windows were frosted
And though May was exhausted
She felt pretty good anyway
A hard-working mother named May
Wrote this to her friend in Calais
“My kids drive me nuts
My husband’s a putz
Could I visit you for a day?”
A hard-working mother named May
Arranged her hors d’oeuvres on a tray:
Haggis with rice
Mothballs on ice
And Peshtigo pigeon pate
oops sorry for the slightly edited dup above!!
A hard-working mother named May
Was fond of Marisa Tomei
Her movies May liked
But her interest just spiked
When ‘The Wrestler’ just blew her away
Here is my Mother’s day limerick.
An Unusual Mother
This Mother’s Day
I sent a bouquet
To the biggest mother of them all.
In West Palm Beach
Where his radio speech
Goes out for Right-wing calls.
He’s not a she
As you may believe,
But still a mother by unusual ways.
He doesn’t wear a dress
At least in public I guess,
But attacks liberals and gays.
This dumb mother
Unlike any other
Takes medication to keep him insane,
And for all his power
I sent dead flowers
Because evil lurks in his brain.
So as he lies and shouts,
This dumb mother doubts
That his anger keeps him so castrated.
At the sound of the flush
We hear that Rush
Is just a “mother” that’s half hyphenated. ;-)