Limerick-Off Monday – Rhyme Word: CHOW or CIAO at the end of Line 1 or 2 or 5
It’s Limerick-Off time, once again. And that means I write a limerick, and you write your own, using the same rhyme word. Then you post your limerick as a comment to this post and, if you’re a Facebook user, on Facebook too.
I hope you’ll join me in writing a limerick using either CHOW or CIAO at the end of Line 1 or Line 2 or Line 5. (Homonyms or homophones are fine.)
The best submission will be crowned Limerick Of The Week. (Here’s last week’s Limerick Of The Week Winner.)
How will your poems be judged? By meter, rhyme, cleverness, and humor. (If you’re feeling a bit fuzzy about limerick writing rules, here’s my How To Write A Limerick article.)
I’ll announce the Limerick of the Week Winner next Sunday, right before I post next week’s Limerick-Off. So that gives you a full week to submit your clever, polished verse. Your submission deadline is Saturday at 10:00 p.m. (Eastern Time.)
Here’s my limerick:
A woman said “Ciao!” to her chow
When she heard it emit a meow.
She was vexed and upset;
Though her vet swore her pet,
Was a canine, that gal had a cow.
Please feel free to write your own limerick using the same rhyme word and post it in my comments. And if you’re on Facebook, I hope you’ll join my friends in that same activity on my Facebook Limerick-Off post.
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Tags: Animal & Pet Humor, Canine Humor, Cat Humor, Competition Limerick, Dog Verse, Dogs Humor, Feline Verse, Limerick Challenge, Limerick Contest, Poetry & Prompts, Writing Prompts
A farmer, done eatin’ his chow
Hooked Elsie the cow to the plow
His poor eyesight proved
Why the ole’ gal ain’t moved
It’s because he had hooked up the sow!
My parents would never allow
Me to try out a bit of dog chow
But when no one was ’round
I ate like a hound
I was young then and dumb as a cow.
(and that’s what it tasted like, wow!)
Is “goodbye” in Italy, “ciao”?
It’s not! It’s “hello.” Really? How?!
I know it’s absurd
But I googled the word
I NEVER knew but I know NOW.
Oh the controversy of this “ciao”
Have I lost a few brain cells somehow?
It’s somewhat amusing
But very confusing
Won’t ever use THAT word, I vow!
My doggy sure loves his dog chow
He barks for his food, says, “Bow wow!”
But lately he eats
All the kitty cat treats
Now all he can say is “Meow!”
I’m really a muddlehead. How?
I just found out you can use “ciao”
For meeting or parting
(My brain is still farting)
So go ahead, just shoot me now!
Vow not to bow or kowtow
To the sow or the cow or the chow
Don’t show them how
To find freedom now
You’d allow them to plow with a pow.
(Ow! You’re a lowbrow, just wow!)
In the midst of a meeting with Mao,
The Central Committee said “Ciao.
We’re all off to munch
A hot dog for lunch.
We’re told there’s Great Chow in Macao.”
Steak and potatoes is how
Some bad guys prefer as their chow
But I know a mobster
Who only eats lobster
Although he is in the hoosegow.
You need help, but I just don’t know how.
Much that you do, I disavow.
Too much pain from the past
I know this won’t last
So right now I’m telling you, “Ciao!”
Au revoir, adios, shalom, ciao,
Squeak, hiss, woof, arf, chirp. and meow,
When we say good-bye,
Sometimes laugh, sometimes cry,
And sometimes we just don’t know how.
There was a broad God did endow
With looks that made guys just go, WOW!
But inside she was crass
She let guys make a pass
She’d use them, then make a fast ciao.
We feasted on some Chinese chow,
It tasted real good, but not, “wow”
It wasn’t too pricey
But it was too spicy
My tummy don’t like it, no how!
When hello or good-bye, we say, “Ciao!”
But mess up in between, here and now.
We can’t interact
Live illusions abstract.
A mermaid is just a sea cow.
Tiring greatly of waiting for chow
Though he feared a foot to the brow
The elder of two brothers
Gave a boost to the other
To reach the cookies they were craving right now
(P.S. I love your limerick! There seems to be great confusion as to the identity of the lady’s beast!)
Middle Aged Mom Makes a Run For it. . .
When I’m frisky and looking for “wow,”
Done with “Mom” (Call me “Mama Meow”),
And a whisker past sane,
You may hear this refrain
As I dance out the door, “Chow, chow, CIAO!”
I’m going to make this my vow:
To party for Lent – oh, and how!
For the fast goes by fast
When you’re having a blast
And so now I say “ciao” to my chow.
He expected his woman to bow
To sex him and serve him some chow
He said “She is shit
She will not submit
I can’t get that cow to kowtow.”
A farmer who loved his wife’s chow
Was repulsed ’cause she ate like a sow.
So he always rejects
All her offers of sex
With: “I’ve got me a furrow to plow.”
Lothario warbled a “ciao”
And giving a very low bow
Said “signora your hair
Is so wondrously fair…”
She replied “not signora but frau”
Cassie was a good ole cow.
She shared her milk with a cat and a sow.
But when the sow had its grub,
To Cassie it would snub,
You will not get any of my chow.
In the kisser, the butcher went pow!
To the man who stole his chow.
He said, “Get out of my store,”
“And don’t come back anymore,”
Unless you want to end up like Mr. Miller’s sow.
They served us what they would call “chow”
At a mess hall – that’s fitting somehow.
The stuff that we ate
Wasn’t meant for a plate;
Purina does market it now.
Mad – in line 4 above please change “fit” to “meant”
That’s what I meant…
From Mad Kane: Done.
At last my husband said “Caio”
Certain things I just would not allow
I need a check-up
Since I always develop
A headache that suggests, “Not now”
We were told, on our cruise to Macao,
That some Asians eat dog even now.
And it’s true, ’cause one day
At a local café
Our host asked, “May we bring you some chow?”
After eating five plates of Kung Pao
Constipation attacked Chairman Mao
When to john he would strut
Only farts would he cut —
The Chinese term for it’s ‘hung chow.’
Fat, grouchy Jim inhaled his chow.
Eating a pig, a horse and cow.
As sloppy as sin,
He shoveled it in
And wiped his mug with a beach towel.
My first dates always end with “Ciao”
And I always take time to allow
My hair to look nice
I shower twice
Perhaps it’s ’cause I’m built like a cow
The guy called his girlfriend a cow,
Then said, “Forgive me,” with a bow,
“Oh, son of a gun,
“I have a mean tongue.”
“True,” said she, “Now let me say ‘ciao!’”
At the farm where Santorum lives now,
He rants about how man-on-cow
Is unsanitary–
A queer scary dairy–
Which the Democrats deign to allow.
Does he think that he’s fooling the voters
To elect him to be our next POTUS
Midst the Iowa corn?
Take the bull by the horn:
We’ve exceeded our idiot quotas.
With hipster beards popular now,
Some fellows have figured out how
To grow ’em real thick
Like a hair-covered brick;
It’s handy for storing some chow.
The Medicine Man came in and bowed
‘for your baldness, use some of this now’
but he used every drop
on his bald shiny top
next day he turned into a Chow!
If I ever write a book of these, this will be my farewell verse:
In case you don’t know it by now
I’m leaving, but I don’t know how
To say it. I’ll try
I’m no good at goodbye
So in lieu of “adieu”, I’ll say “Ciao!”
We feed our dachshund his chow
Doggie sounds imply “WOW!’
But it’s not enough
He still wants OUR stuff
He raises quite a row!
While making her first wedding vow
The wife planned their life and here’s how:
“I can clean, pay the bills
I have great bedroom skills
Just don’t ask me to cook any chow.”
There once was a person from Skow
who had fur growing out of his brow
it seems long ago
on the Isle of Moreau
His grandfather had been a Chow
For a call girl she likes simple chow
But she charges a grand to drop trou
For a night’s worth of vice.
Here’s her totaled-up price:
Jug of wine, loaf of bread, and a thou.
Three months ago I did allow
An Italian to bed me, and how!
She now has lumbago,
When she remarked, “Prego”
I jumped in my car and yelled, “Ciao!”
In the province of Shang Chow
They eat DOGS instead of cow!
On my whirlwind trip
I tried to be hip
Now I can’t help uttering “Bow Wow”
I was more than just ready for chow–
would’a ate the butt off a bow-wow;
but the thin turnip soup I got,
that wasn’t even hot,
made me crave change right now.
a farmer once behind his plow
said “what should i later sow,
wheat or maybe rye
to make a better pie
cause I am hungry for some chow”
Most guard dogs in China allow
You to buy a sword known as a dao
But unlike a sharpei,
It’s a case of Carpe
Diem when you hear growls from a chow.
Blessed days of bountiful chow..
years pass farm animals and plow..
Oh.. how love circles smiles flower
when tummies are full Love now blows
tunes more songs of human found smarts..;)
Mama Agata made the world’s best chow
With mouth’s full the family said “WOW”
They’re here at the cemetery
In the section called “Veterinary”
Dear Mumsy gave them all Mad Cow
I refuse to kneel, refuse to bow;
Trust not your every plea and vow.
Questions raised on slender brows;
Guess I ll head off and whisper
Ciao.
I’ve never, ever used the word ciao.
Because I’ve never, ever really learned how.
I’m American you see,
Not an Italian overseas,
So I’ll just say goodbye here and now!
Ha…it’s been a while since I wrote a limerick, Madeleine. Yours was great and I enjoy seeing what people come up with.
Gayle ~
My restaurant has the best chow
(And modesty’s lost me somehow)
Low prices, big platters
But what really matters:
Ingredients picked fresher than now.
Pregnant and barefoot is how
Some brides in the kitchen cook chow
A dominant man
Just ain’t part of the plan
And not something that you should allow.
Before I make my wedding vow
There’s something you need to know now
If we aren’t equal
Bad vibes are a sequel
I’ve got just one word for you – CIAO!
We always give “Chewie” her evening chow
As much as her vet prescribes to allow
But then she cries
Because she tries
To eat my ear and nose and brow
Pope Francis went to have chow
with a colleague, then once he said “ciao!”
Kim Davis gave props,
claims he told her “Don’t stop!”
and the Vatican could only say, “Wow…”
The Pope took a break to eat some chow
When he offered me some, I took a bow
He said with much poise
“It would be one of my joys;
My friend, I am not holier than thou”
In Rome you need only say “Ciao”
Where in China the thing’s to kow tow
But here in my teepee
I’ll get awfully weepie
Unless we sit down and pow wow
A sailor, ashore for some chow,
Met a lady who asked him just how
Swabbies “do it.” He laughed,
Turned her round, faced her aft,
And rammed into her stern with his prow.
A serious critic of chow
Acquired a most miniature plow.
He thought readers would learn
More if he seemed stern,
So he used it to furrow his brow.
My first verse of limericks with “CHOW”
Is flawed, I just noticed it now
The last line you’ll see
That the “ha” should be “he”
Could you change it MadKane please, somehow?
(Thanks)
(hahaha hehehe!)
From Mad Kane: Done. :)
Auf wiedersehen, adiós, ciao
Au revoir, hwyl fawr, tot gauw
Nägemist, aloha
Do skoro, sayōnara
I’ll just say goodbye for now
Thanks so much everyone for another fun week of limericks. And the winner is…
Congratulations to the Limerick of the Week Winner and the Honorable Mention Winners: Limerick of the Week 233.
But you can still have lots of limerick fun because a new Limerick-Off has just begun: Limerick-Off Spill.
(Posted Early. Limerick of the Week “Endnote” explains why. Any further limerick submitted within deadline will be considered for an HM.)