Infamous Limerick
Once again, it’s Limerick-Off time. I hope you’ll join me in writing a limerick with this first line:
A woman who yearned for great fame…
Here’s mine. (It’s a two-verse limerick, but a standard one-verse limerick is fine, of course.)
Infamous Limerick
By Madeleine Begun Kane
A woman who yearned for great fame
Had no talent that people could name.
But reality’s odd:
Her voluptuous bod
Led to stints on American Dame.
The series showed gals well endowed,
As scantily clad as allowed.
Then losers were kicked,
As front-runners were picked.
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Tags: Appearance Humor, Fame Limerick, Media Limerick, Poetry & Prompts, Reality Shows, TV Humor, Writing Prompts
A woman who yearned for great fame…
Had already become a Grand Dame
So few really knew her
Even fewer would screw her
So she and her old lover loved just the same
…
They’d met when they were in school
His being a lifeguard at the local pool
Her bikini was a bandana
They snuck off to the cabana
And their first clumsy moves made them drool
As the decades passed they remained together
Through jobs, kids, hard times, stormy weather
But during joys and the sorrows
She always felt her tomorrows
Would find her as a queen, walking through heather
And indeed it was almost as she’d dreamed
He’d provided everything, it seemed
Their home was a castle
They suffered no hassle
But missionary was it! And she was steamed.
Yes, adventure was not on his menu
She tried, “First let’s do it here and then you…”
But he stayed the same and
She was proud of his name and
In love, she never sought another venue.
[Brevity is not my strong suit. –V]
A woman who yearned for great fame
Wanted everyone to know her name
She did not want to work in this life
So became the French Premiers wife
And Clara is now a grand dame.
A woman who yearned for great fame…
Went hunting to bag some big game
Her aim was in error
She was a pall bearer
For the recipient of her bad aim
A woman who yearned for great fame
Did things that put all others to shame
She rolled on hay
On Easter Sunday
But the blind pastor made omelets of the said lady, what’s her name?
A woman who yearned for great fame
Was in fact thicker than a piano frame
And the notes she squeaked
Would at 120 decibels peak
At the smells she let out, phew was the only thing quite a few would exclaim!
A woman who yearned for great fame
For herself, tried to make quite a name
She strived with great finesse
To make the Book, Guinnesse
But all her attempts were in vain!
(I wonder if I took enough liberties with this one. Hahaha)
A woman who yearned for great fame
was not very good at the game
She wanted it free
She was kind of like me
I will now go hide my head in shame
Fun limericks! Please keep them coming. Thanks!
A woman who yearned for great fame
was not good at the ‘celebutant’ game
She was lousy at acting
Finance….too exacting
So she concocted a tryst with (fill in the name)
A woman who yearned for great fame,
Chris O’Donnell her infamous name,
Fingered sex, masturbation
And penile inflation
As sources of national shame!
A woman who yearned for great fame
And possessed not a smidgen of shame,
Dressed her cleavage in flowers
(She’d no other powers)
Umm, Poppy, I think, was her name.
A woman who yearned for great fame
Had a long, unpronounceable name.
When asked, Are you mad?
She said, Not at my dad,
It’s really my mother I blame.
He wanted to christen me Jane.
She said, Oh my dear, that’s too plain
Let’s call her Ophelia,
Lorraine, or Amelia
or Opheliaamelialorraine!
I could change it to Jean or Marie
And be famous in no time, said she,
But I’d come back to town
As a woman of renown
but no one would know it was me!
Here’s mine:
FAIR GAME – OUT OF BOUNDS
A woman who yearned for great fame,
But without a dime to her name,
Met some folks at Hardee’s,
Then joined tea parties,
And now is only bereft of shame.
*
A woman who yearned for great fame
Was unsure just which stake to claim.
So she flailed about
With little or no clout
Until she found a senator to frame.
*
A woman who yearned for great fame
Had no one but herself to blame
For her nasty nature
In the legislature
Where she was impeached, incurring much shame.
A woman who yearned for great fame
Went after celebs of acclaim
Found one who was hung
But ended up stung
Turns out he was gay, what a shame
A woman who yearned for great fame
Taught baseball fans worldwide her name
When she jumped on the field
Unclothed body revealed
And asked, “Is this an exhibition game?”
A woman who yearned for great fame
Knew fame was more than a name
She tossed about some
Came up with a plum
And now has to live with her shame
The name she chose was thus
It was picked without a fuss
Men lined up at her door
Just thirsting for more
Who can ever forget Madame Dior’
What a wonderful assortment of limericks! Thanks, and please keep them coming!
A woman who yearned for great fame
In a Summer Olympian game
Left her dreams on the ground
When a urine test found
She was nothing at all like a dame.
A woman who yearned for great fame
Would do anything to make for herself a name
She streaked down 12 streets
Ate too many treats
And was arrested for not showing restrain!
Oh good, more limericks! Thanks everyone!