Whimsical Limerick
I hope you’ll join me in writing a limerick with this first line:
A woman succumbed to a whim…
Here’s mine:
Whimsical Limerick
By Madeleine Begun Kane
A woman succumbed to a whim
And enrolled in an overpriced gym.
She tried free weights, machines,
Even yoga for teens,
Till she ran out of money and vim.
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.
Tags: Exercise Humor, Gym Membership, Health Club Humor, Health Limerick, Money Verse, Poetry & Prompts, Whimsy Verse, Writing Prompts, Yoga
A woman succumbed to a whim,
While she ought to have been in the gym;
She engaged in pilates
With a couple of hotties
By the names of Roberto and Slim.
A woman succumbed to a whim
To try to live life like a Him.
She added a dingus
But you see, the thing is
There’s more to a man than just that, Jim.
A woman succumbed to a whim
She took off her clothes for a swim
Some picnicking nuns
Saw her taut buns
And sang out a glorious hymn…
A woman succumbed to a whim:
While she dangled from her jungle gym,
Rang up her boyfriend Paul
Saying, “This booty-call
Needs you to go out on a limb.”
A woman succumbed to a whim
She went literally, out on a limb
To her ear, came a crack
Then she fell on her back
For you see, she was fat and not slim.
A woman succumbed to a whim,
Bought a bionic prosthetic limb,
Her arm had such power,
Glossed her house in an hour,
While her normal arm painted the trim
A woman succumbed to a whim
and here my story becomes grim.
Out making merry
she met a fairy
who turned herself into a him.
A woman succumbed to a whim
And met a rich man at the gym
He wanted to be lean
Asked advice re which machine
She took him straight to the nearest ATM.
A woman succumbed to a whim–
A moonlit-night–skinny-dip swim.
She had a great time
In the pond’s muck and slime–
The only real bummer was…..him!
A woman succumbed to a whim and shaved all the hair off her quim. Be back in a bit. I need relief ha ha
Corrected
A woman succumbed to a whim
and here this sex story turns grim.
While out making merry
she met a gay fairy
who turned that gal into a him.
Rest In Peace. A Limerick.
A woman succumbed to a whim
Vowed she’d go for a Guiness Book swim.
Thought it’d sure be terrific
If she swam the Pacific.
But it turned out, she lacked the vim.
Well these are great fun! Thanks and please keep them coming! And if you’re on Facebook, please post them there as well.
I went all Tolkien on it :-)
A woman succumbed to a whim
And believed she was Galadrim
I’m a wood-elf, she said
As she baked lembas bread
And sang Elvish in forests dim
A woman succumbed to a whim
was tempted by lace in Size slim
Feels sharp like a cut
when they go up her butt
Gone commando, not proper nor prim!
A woman succumbed to a whim…
Blessed with an intellect rather dim,
She picked up a skunk
And tickled its trunk-
The jettisoned gas threw her into the swim!…
A woman succumbed to a whim
And strode out on the Grand Canyon’s rim,
Misstepped – plunged to her death?
We stared down, heard a breath:
“What bad luck! This is such a slim limb…”
A woman succumbed to a whim
When her ex jeered her prospects were dim:
Joined a gym, became slim
Now dates Randy, Jack, Jim…
Her ex wants her back (un-trim him)
A woman succumbed to a whim
Loudly bellowed each lovely church hymn
‘Til her husband, the pastor
Ears alert to disaster
Urged: “Madge, dear, leave the singing to Him…”
She protested, “We sing for the living:
I enjoy it, in the spirit of giving!”
He sighed: “Witness the flight
Of our congregation tonight
Now it’s you needs forgiving…”
Next Sunday, back all warily crept:
Would they begin to wish they had slept
In? Now sitting, eyed Madge
Bitter smile, wearing badge:
“The Pastor says my singing’s INEPT”
Relieved congregants smiled: no more racket!
But Madge glared, set to pounce and attack – it
Was clear to the pastor
Who prayed to his Master
And stepped forward: “Madge, love, here’s a plaque: it
Comes with love from the whole congregation!
(Who stared at him in great consternation)
And we beg you to play
Our new organ today!”
Would Madge cling to her ire, condemnation?
She defiantly one last hymn did bellow
People gritted their teeth – sounds from h*ll! Oh…
Madge grinned ’round, took a bow
One man whispered, “Good for now
But Pastor’ll soon need a cello..”
A woman succumbed to a whim–Oh?
‘Twas a belly rub for Great Dane, Big Jimbo.
His hind leg started spinning
She couldn’t help grinning
‘Til she landed downtown via… lim(b)o.
patrice, how can i follow that? yeesh! anyway, here go two:
A woman succumbed to a whim
To go for a quick midnight swim
But as she went splashin’
The waves started crashin’
So next time, she’ll opt for the gym
A woman succumbed to a whim
To buy the world’s best jungle gym
She sure got a sound one
When she went and found one
Designed by Mead, White and McKim
A woman succombed to a whim
Because she felt completely dim.
She wanted a spark
To wake up the mark
Of life that she’d lost drinking gin.
Now this woman was not unintelligent
She knew that a whim could be tribulent
So she carried it through
Then without long adieu
She rapidly walked out on him.
And so to all whims seeking women,
Remember this lesson that’s given;
Women look very pretty
But just like this ditty
They may end as begun
And it may not be fun,
Leaving an unhappy whim in the end.
or
A woman succombed to a whim
To make her body more trim.
She enlightened herself
With a three foot one elf
Who sang ditties
From the brothers Grimm.
A woman succombed to a whim
And entered a room, even if it was dim.
She grappled her way through
And stumbled on some goo.
The goo was actually ghee
Waiting to be eaten by a yogi.