Tricky Limerick
I hope you’ll join me in writing a limerick with this first line:
A fellow who loved doing tricks…
Here’s mine:
Tricky Limerick
By Madeleine Begun Kane
A fellow who loved doing tricks
Had begun doing magic at six.
He was jailed for his skill
Cuz he used it for ill —
Made his enemies vanish for kicks.
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.
UPDATE: I’ve just learned via Cloaked Monk that today, March 24th, is Harry Houdini’s birthday. He was born was born Erich Weiss (spellings vary) on March 24, 1874 in Budapest, Hungary. Happy birthday Harry!
UPDATE 2: October 31st (the anniversary of Houdini’s death) is National Magic Day.
Tags: Crime, Enemies Humor, Houdini, Jail & Prison Humor, Magic, Magic Day, Magician, October Holidays, Odd Holidays, Poetry & Prompts, Writing Prompts
A fellow who loved doing tricks
Decided to juggle some bricks
Two fell on his toes
With such forceful blows
He went from size nine to a six
Dang! I just read yours now–after I’d posted mine at FB! LOL!
Great minds . . . and all that, huh?
A fellow who loved doing tricks
Thought he’d throw magic into the mix
Rabbits, doves and stuff he tried
But all the animals died
So he cooked up a stew just for kicks.
A fellow who loved doing tricks
Really did please the chicks
They came from miles
And left with smiles
The secret was kisses and licks
A fellow who loved doing tricks
Swam in shallow brooks, streams and “cricks”
With his chest scraped and bloody
And the rest of him muddy
He warned guys, “Just hold up your d**ks.”
A fellow who loved doing tricks
Performed an Illusion for kicks
He vanished his wife
The love of his life
Now spends his time picking up chicks.
a fellow who loved doing tricks
one day came across some wiks
the secrets he learned
almost got him burned
and now he is hiding from pricks
A man who loved doing tricks
Would you believe it, he had trained ticks
To kill houseflies
And even that did not surprise
The onlookers who were stabbed by the ticks with toothpicks
A man who loved doing tricks
fooled a policeman for kicks
He’s now doing time
And for the rest of this rhyme
send a dollar to post office box six
A man who loved doing tricks
got himself in a big fix.
He stepped in dog poo,
it smelled fresh and new
now has to learn a new trick.
Thanks! I’m enjoying these limericks. Please keep them coming!
A fellow who loved doing tricks
would start a campfire using sticks
things got out of hand
a wildfire so grand
he’s now entertaining convicts.
(What fun, thanks!)
A man who loved doing tricks
Thought there was nothing that he couldn’t fix
So he started to write
But gave up for the night
Cause he couldn’t understand limericks.
An apprentice who loved doing tricks
Thought, there’s nothing my powers can’t fix!
He charmed mops and brooms
To clean Master’s rooms
But it ended much like pick-up-sticks.
Thees fellow, he love to do trique
Til a ‘eckler reveal hees technique
But, monsieur, s’il vous plait!
Life becomes…so blase’
When things start to lose their mystique.
A fellow who loved to do tricks
With johns he picked up in the sticks
So you all think you’re knowing
Where the last rhyme is going,
Yeah, the lot of you, such romantics.
A fellow who loved doing tricks
from swallowing swords had a tick
Seems it weren’t the blade’s sheen
made him turn shades of green
It were the silt on the hilt made him sick
A fellow who loved doing tricks
Jumped over poLITical wicks
He sold an open seat
From under Obama’s feet
Juggling poorly legal candlesticks.
A fellow who loved doing tricks
was asked for the square root of six
He quickly arrived
at two point four five
(or somewhere between or betwix)
A fellow who loved doing tricks
Had a groupie whose lawyer affixed
his name on a warrant
for acts so abhorrent
she’s selling the tabloids the pix
A fellow who loved doing tricks
Sawed ladies in half just for kicks
But he wasn’t too trusty
Failed to clean blades quite rusty
And now floats down the river named Styx
A fellow who loved doing tricks
Some stamps to his head did affix
And it didn’t take long
‘Til — just like in Woody’s song —
He mailed himself out to Fort Dix
Uh fella dat liked doin’ tricks
Framed one uv his least fav’rite micks
Named Padraig O’Brien
‘cused him uv lyin’ – ta da
Gran’ Jury, now Pad’s inna fix.
A fellow who loved doing tricks
Claimed that he could save the Artic’s
Ice. “It’s not a real hard one.
Simply quit burning carbon!”
Big Coal locked him in Dorthea Dix.*
*Dorthea Dix is a state mental hospital in North Carolina. – you’ll need to know that.
A fellow who liked to do tricks
With flaming, chartreuse candlesticks
Was often allowed
To work up the crowd
During halftime at games of the Knicks.
A fella who loved doing tricks
Was also a well-known skeptic
An escape artist, too
A Hungarian Jew
Harry died from a bad appendix
A fellow who loved doing tricks
Was sadly afflicted by tics
Tourette’s was his bane…
Affected his brain
Now he just spews “cocksuckingpricks”
My limerick is up – my first for you, Mad Kane… :)
A fellow who loved doing tricks
Would flutter and flick all his licks.
He’d never much mind
Whether treated in kind,
As long as his chicks got their kicks.
ROTFLMAO @ Mark! Well done old chap!!!
ode to the bratty boy
a fellow who loved doing tricks
sat behind some girls just for kicks
he was naughty at school
he broke every rule
because girls made him so heartsick
Bravo \(^o^)/ … well done!
Thanks so much everyone for your verse and kind words!