A Limerick Meal (Poetry Prompt)
I hope you’ll join me in writing a limerick with this as a first line:
A wealthy old fellow named Bart…
Here’s mine:
A Limerick Meal
By Madeleine Begun Kane
A wealthy old fellow named Bart
Began ev’ry meal with a fart.
When guests came to dine
They’d pretend all was fine
Cuz they hoped to inherit his art.
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: Art Limerick, Digestion Humor, Dinner Humor, Fart Limerick, Greed Humor, Inheritance Humor, Money Verse, Poetry & Prompts, Writing Prompts
A wealthy old fellow named Bart
Married a girl friends called a tart.
He said “All is fine
And she is all mine”
My heart says I’ve done something smart!
A wealthy old fellow named Bart,
Asked his doctor to take off a wart
The thing was so jumbo,
They used it in gumbo,
And played catch with the spongier part
A wealthy old fellow named Bart
Knew the Moonlight Sonata by heart;
As he sat at the Steinway
He said: “It’s a fine way
To cover the noise when I fart!”
Thanks Linkmeister and Robert. And Dr. Goose, the musician in me is still ROFLing over yours.
A wealthy old fellow named Bart
Was in Mensa; he really was smart.
He’d used all of his brains
To make capital gains–
Then some gold-digging tart stole his heart.
A wealthy old fellow named Bart
With finances, this fellow was smart
When the stock market fizzled
He stole and he chiseled
And invested it all in Walmart.
A wealthy old fellow named Bart
Was happy he’d gotten a start.
From his family’s finances
He had so many chances,
He thought he was a breed apart.
A wealthy old fellow named Bart
Said he and his money won’t part.
When out on a limb,
his future looked dim,
He married a rich broker quite smart!
A wealthy old fellow named Bart
Wheeled his genitals round in a cart
He said, “My real wealth
may lie beneath my belt
but testes don’t buy apple tart.”
BART’S HEART – OVER THE MOON
A wealthy old fellow named Bart
decided to sell his old heart.
When we all asked “Why?”
he said “I’d like to die.”
He really was a greedy fart.
Thanks so much to all of you for your fun limericks.