Limerick-Off Monday – Rhyme Word: PRO at the end of any one line (Submission Deadline: Sept. 7, 2019)
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(s) as a comment to this post and, if you’re a Facebook user, on Facebook too.
I hope you’ll join me in writing limericks using PRO at the end of any one line. (Homonyms or homophones are fine.)
The best submission will be crowned Limerick-Off Award Winner. (Here’s last week’s Limerick-Off Award Winner.)
Additionally, you may write themed limericks related to INTERNET HAZARDS, using any rhyme word. And of course I’ll present an extra award — one for the best INTERNET HAZARD-related limerick.
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 winners on September 8, 2019, right before I post the next Limerick-Off. So that gives you two full weeks to submit your clever, polished verse. Your submission deadline is Saturday, September 7, 2019 at 10:00 p.m. (Eastern Time.)
Here’s my Pro-Rhyme limerick:
You’re unlikely to earn any dough
By becoming a limerick pro.
But you might get applause
And some giggles, guffaws,
And awards, if you give it a go.
And here’s my Internet Hazard-Themed limerick:
Bought a gadget online — what a steal!
Quite expensive, yet still a great deal.
I just wish it would come;
The wait’s making me glum,
And I’m praying the seller is real.
Please feel free to enter my Limerick-Off by posting your limerick(s) 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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When Trump shook the hand of Trudeau
He thought that “This guy’s a pro”
Like a kick in the teeth
With his hand underneath
His pride never sunken so low
I’ve just heard from an African Prince
Who’s doing his best to convince
Me to share in his wealth
And transfer by stealth
Dirty money he’s trying to rinse
DiMaggio married Munro
Not just a regular ‘Joe’
That ball he could whip her
The great ‘Yankee Clipper’
He was the ultimate pro
Saving money on eBay’s a good tactic
This time I bought prophylactic
But I’m going to sue
Cos’ my willy turned blue
And my partner’s going ballistic
It was truly a terrible shame
When Google emerged with this claim:
“All of Superman’s mail
Has now put him in jail
Cuz we found out that ain’t his real name”
or another ending would be:
It was truly a terrible shame
When Google emerged with this claim:
“All of Superman’s mail
Has now put him in jail
Cuz he entered a counterfeit name”
He signed on her will as ‘Per Pro’
Just so he could cop for the dough
The lawyer’s position
Is treat with suspicion
A witness who’s name is ‘John Doe’
Nitroglycerin’s touchy, although
It’s quite safe in the hands of a pro.
Which I am. So don’t fret;
I’ve had no problems yet.
I’ve no fear it will ever explo―
Here’s a fact that some people don’t know
‘Bout something a long time ago:
It was always the “buzz”
That Al Capone was
A Con who was surely a Pro
On Facebook I’m known as “The Sage”
My brilliance belies my young age
To me friends confess
Ev’ry time they transgress
And each one of them lives in my page
Mad: above limerick: L5 reads “And each one of them lives on my page”
I meant to say: And each one of them lives IN my page
Could you change that one word for me?
Thank You
Lisi
****
Done!
“Scarface” (slightly modified)
Here’s a fact that most people don’t know
‘Bout something a long time ago
It was always the buzz
That Al Capone was
A Con who was also a Pro
If there’s one thing that you and I know
It is “Don’t be attracted to dough”
But to tell the truth, John
Even though we’re both “con”
If you marry me, then I’ll be “pro”
I have tried but I’m sure not a pro
(How I wanted to feel all aglow)
With my lofty ambitions
I tried new positions
Yet I still always end up below
As a poet, I’m hesitant, slow;
Just an amateur, if you must know.
But this hesitation
I call “crastination”,
At which I’m a genuine pro.
The Internet sold me a pup,
But you won’t hear me cry, “Lock her up!”
That pup, for my wife,
Is the love of her life;
I’m happy to be runner-up.
As some of my friends here may know,
I had surgery four weeks ago —
And I’m happy to say
I’m much better today,
For my surgeon’s an absolute pro!
********
from Mad Kane
I’m so sorry that you had to have more surgery, but very glad to hear that you’re much better now!
Don’t e-mail your friend about Bob
Even though he’s your latest heart throb
Be careful of botching
“Big Brother” is watching
And he looks like your dear “hubby” Rob
That Facebook is truly sublime
(Wrote all “friends” we’ll be trav’ling to Lyme)
We bid our farewells
Now here go the bells
Get ready, all burglars: IT’S TIME
My dear wife is a seamstress, a pro.
When I ask, “Mend shirt’s holes?” she says, “No.”
So I stitch on my own,
And the reason’s well known.
It is simply because she said sew.
There’s a Kansan, a gambler, a pro.
To Las Vegas he’ll frequently go.
He consistently wins,
So he constantly grins.
He’s the Wizard of Odds, don’t you know.
My Granddad has become quite a pro
And just so his guests never know
Being very discreet
He will lean in seat
Whilst craftily ‘letting one go’
I had noted the time, no mistake,
Of the purchase on Ebay I’d make.
But I spent so much time
For a limerick rhyme
That I missed it, for Madeleine’s sake!
Sorry Mad, typo in DiMaggio lim, should read ‘the ultimate pro’
*****
fixed.
Some people are wearing GoPro;
Real handy for filming a show.
But here’s where its charm
Might be viewed with alarm:
Not turning it off when you go.
He’s proficient at procrastinating
His wife finds it quite aggravating
He claims he’s a pro
At taking things slow
Yet he’s fast in the bedroom when mating
“Internet Hazards” and “Pro”
Just watch me; you’ll witness a “pro”
We can get balls for free, (don’t need dough)
Just log on “Pussy Chats”
They won’t know that we’re cats
It’s the Internet. Who’s gonna know?
better version
Now watch me and witness a pro
We can get balls for free, (won’t need dough)
Just log on “Pussy Chats”
Even though we are cats
It’s the Internet. Who’s gonna know?
If you’re a Wrestling Pro
You know it’s mainly for show.
Though those not expert
Can get seriously hurt
But don’t let the audience know.
You live the highs and the low
As a champion star sporting Pro.
From the renown and fame
At the top of their game,
To scandal, to loss and to woe.
Alternate 4th line: A common household name,
Typed ‘big jugs’ when you’re looking for crocks?
Prepare for almighty shocks
Clear ‘Internet history’
‘Search’ to a mystery
(And for chickens, just never write cocks)
The Hazards Of Internet Dating
I got an online “invitation”
To meet at “The Romance Location”
But I had to refuse
Cuz this jerk didn’t use
Any correct punctuation
This Internet sure is a trap!
I can’t understand all this crap!
So I better ask Kyle
But I’ll wait just a while
Cuz right now it is time for his nap
Online dating for me has been dreck:
Last night’s gal was a sad, sorry wreck.
They had promised she’d be
Just exactly like me.
What a loser! Wait, hold on a sec…
I was yearning to meet a nice male
So online fine’ly heard from this “Dale”
He wrote, “Come ’round the gate
Over there I shall wait”
Then I noticed that he was in jail
While browsing for bawdy delights,
He visited scandalous sites.
Then one showing sex
With his soon-to-be ex;
Whose lovers were costumed as knights.
I wanted to meet some nice guys
Searched online; thought it sure would be wise
Mr. “X” said he’s smart
Has a passion for art
And spends most of his time eating flies
It was tempting, (I had to say “No”)
“Sex is great” (said my friends) “Be a PRO”
But I’m a good girl
Will not give it a whirl
That’s my answer. Case closed. (yet, although)
Should I stay or should I go?
A row of Cons and one Pro.
I could end up real hurt,
Lose my pride, lose my shirt…
If I leave then I’ll never know.
I had no reason to think
When I accidentally clicked on that link
That I’d loose all my cash,
It was gone in a flash,
Quicker than you can blink.
Slightly different version:-
I had no reason to think
When I accidentally clicked on that link
But then in a flash
I lost all my cash…
Sometimes it just pays to think.
That nice Nigerian Prince
Tried very hard to convince
Me, with much importune,
I’d won a fortune,
But I haven’t heard from him since.
The Internet gives me a thrill
But today it sure made me feel ill
My screen was just blank
What a terrible prank!
My neighbors did not pay the bill
You can bet that I sure will not spend
More time on that damn Facebook “trend”
Cuz I couldn’t delete
My status as “cheat”
So I murdered my dearest unfriend
From the Internet, I’m overwrought
It is something I shouldn’t have sought
I always feel strife
Google’s just like my wife
Cuz it won’t let me finish a thought
better version of a previous limerick “Wi-Fi Thief”
The Internet gives me a thrill
But today it sure made me feel ill
What happened just stank
My screen was all blank
Cuz my neighbor did not pay the bill
Here am I, who am surely a pro
And I’m feeling just like a yo-yo!
My computer’s the string
I’m attached to this thing
And gosh darn it, it won’t let me go!
The Internet’s glorious mess,
Is a hazard to all, nonetheless;
It opens the gate
To rivers of hate,
Where bigots find true happiness
It’s such a conundrum to know
If one should be anti or pro;
But riding the fence
Defies common sense,
And condemns one to go with the flow.
Great in college, but bad as a pro,
Intercepted on every throw.
Fans became apoplectic,
The star’d gone dyslexic,
Reversing the ‘X’ and the ‘O.’
It was time that I made my confession
I was feeling excessive depression
Could not sleep at night
Something just wasn’t right
My “doc” called it “Wi-Fi Obsession”
I am known as “The Cynical Wreck”
Just can’t figure it out. (what the heck?)
But I’m happy that I
Fine’ly got my Wi-Fi
And can hate ev’ry body “high tech”
I really do not give a hoot
‘Bout the Internet and its repute
Cuz life was much better
Simply WRITING a letter
And apple was merely a fruit
On the Internet, cops have been tracking
Business break-ins; arrests are not lacking.
Today on TV,
I happened to see
They arrested some coughers for hacking.
Oh WOW! my new wife is a PRO
This gal sure has get-up-and-go!
I’m so glad her Mom said
“My dear, when you’re wed
When it comes to sex, act like a HO”
I wrote this in response to Mad’s comment that there’s no need to be a PRO to write limericks and because Brian’s photo is on the Limerick-Off link on my Facebook page.
From No One to Pro One – or –
Practice Makes Mistakes Before It Makes Perfect ~
As for this Challenge, here goes
(and I hope this encourages those
who might start off slow,
for as limericists, we know
that We don’t need no stinkin’ pro’s).
A limerick’s a great way to go
if it’s humor you want to bestow,
and though we see Brian,
Mad still isn’t lyin’
’cause no one starts out as a pro.
Georgie, he bought a GoPro
To take pictures wherever he’d go.
On a riverbank ledge
Too close to the edge,
Poor Georgie went with the flow.
The email said he is a prince.
It wasn’t too hard to convince.
FBI’s at his door.
Looks like he is done for.
I hope he has cute fingerprints.
My beautiful daughter named Pam
Once fell for an internet scam
I’ll give you a hint
Just read the fine print
Or they’ll debit you ad nauseam.
Climate Change Discussion
The G7 Leaders were Pro,
Trump alone was the No!
What an arrogant stand
When disaster’s at hand,
The voters should really say so.
In Amsterdam, row after row,
You could walk and find you a Pro,
But now not at their ‘winda’,
Instead they use Tinder
Or a site to put on a show.
For Democracy most like to say Pro.
The Republicans appear to say No!
If you’re one of us,
Come on, jump on the bus,
You others, won’t have a say so.
I’m feeling a little forlorn
All my searches deliver up Porn.
The search logic they use
Is based on previous cues
But that “Old Me” has since long “gorn”.
Remember you must have suspicions
So follow all routine traditions
Thus, before you begin
Your “Internet Spin”
Please read all the “Terms and Conditions”
Sue was a sweet little pro
Who always gave out quid pro quo
A popular lass
With a sizeable ass
She maintained status quo as a hoe.
Internet Rejection
Online dating? There’s none to compare!
Here’s that man who just answers your prayer
Then you find one more guy
To the first, say “Goodbye”
(All of this without leaving your chair)
It’s the truth that you surely don’t know
Who is sending you e-mails, although
I do want to see
Who is writing to me
Just today, I got one from Van Gogh
Intent on becoming a pro,
He ate too much, hoping to grow.
“Perhaps it’ll work.”
Said the coach with a smirk;
“When football is played in slow-mo.”
Be careful with every tweet;
Assuming you’d still like to eat.
For some, breaking dumb
With the stroke of a thumb
Has put their butts out on the street.
As far as these kind of things go
I’ve been told I’m the ultimate pro
Not at drug or shot slamming
But simply pro “gramming”
And that’s how I make so much dough
For expertise, turn to a pro;
Immersing in what they would know.
Fulfilling a need,
Dedication and speed;
Her assets are worth all the dough.
Those nude selfies that Dick and I took,
Which featured Dick’s dick and my nook,
Have now somehow gone viral,
Igniting a spiral
Of stalkers (punk crooks, in my book).
I searched for a slick portmanteau
Merging both sound and meaning with “pro.”
But I failed in my quest,
So I guess that the best
I can do is to effortforgo.
I’v studied your profile now
And wondering how the hell how
You held those positions
Do you do commissions?
For pliancy, please take a bow
I just love to be friendly and mingle
Meeting somebody new makes me tingle
Online met this man
Then my question began:
“Are you single, or “Internet Single?”
“Let’s Go To The Game”
Some people don’t think this is funny
But I have to admit to you, Honey
When athletes go “pro”
Let those steroids just flow
Cuz I want to get most for my money
“Every day I get lots of those damn
Bogus e-mails. The latest,” warned Sam,
“Said to not eat canned pork.
You will not be a dork
By ignoring the e-mail. It’s Spam.”
On “Match Love” I met this guy Fred
We met cause he seemed quite well-bred
I asked, “What’s with that hair
That you claimed was so rare?”
(Then he told me it’s not on his head)
On “Match Love” I met this guy Fred
We met cause he seemed quite well-bred
I asked, “What’s with that hair
That you claimed was so rare?”
(Then he told me it’s not on his head)
A seafood tycoon that I know
Lobbies smart, like a consummate pro.
Politicians, for hire,
Grant his ev’ry desire
‘Cause he’s mastered the old squid pro quo.
The Buck Don’t Land Here ~
Most limericks I write as a pro
are on salary known as bono.
Since it’s me I can’t pay
I just give words away
in the hopes that some might send some dough.
“They say the economy’s slow”,
Whined the Donald. “It can’t be! You know
I’m a genius, right?
Here’s the chart, outa sight,
As I make the economy grow.
Fake news!” he complained with a frown.
“My know-how’s a cause of renoun!
I’m a financial pro!
Lemme show you! Look! … Oh,
I’m holding the chart upside-down.”
You ask, “Why does Donald use Twitter
To govern?” Well, what could be fitter?
With his phone on his lap,
He can spew out some crap,
While the rest of it goes in the shitter.
Inspired by recent trip to Venice where young ladies aspiring to be models adopted poses in front of every worthwhile bit of scenery for a ‘selfie’.
My reaction is “Go take a hike!”
When you invite me to ‘like’
Those ‘resting bitch faces’
That show all the traces
Of ‘trout pout’ (or even a pike)
I looked up a curious word
Its meaning seemed rather absurd:
It said “Internet troll
Is a lonely old soul
Who happens to be a real nerd”
On the Internet, nothing’s uncut
There’s the good stuff and then there’s the smut
And on “You Tube” you’ll find
When you type in “behind”
Instructions on wiping your butt
Don’t look up health problems!!
On the Internet, it clearly said
“Don’t waste time. Hurry up. Get in bed.
A hangnail is bad
And you should be glad
You’re alive because soon you’ll be dead”
I must tell you I just was in shock
On Facebook, (about ten o’clock)
Was a terrible fight
And I knew it had “bite”
Cause both rivals were using “CAPS LOCK”
Who in the world could THIS be?
Here is something that people should know
If they want to make really big dough
Have many affairs
And drive drunk without cares
Then you’ll be an official golf pro
correction of limerick from today!
On the Internet, nothing’s uncut
There’s the good stuff and also the smut
When you type in “behind”
On You Tube you’ll find
Illustrations for wiping your butt
Dear Facebook, don’t mean to offend
Even though you’re a popular trend
For so many years
You have bored me to tears
So please stop “suggesting” a friend
Years ago, before Patty turned pro,
She’d enjoy all her men nice and slow.
But time’s money today,
So more tricks means more pay.
Sadly, now all her moans are just show.
correction of meter! “Guess Who”
Here is something that people should know
If they wanna make plenty of dough
Have many affairs
Drive drunk without cares
Then you’ll be an authentic golf pro
About Trump, what we now know,
How can anyone be seriously Pro?
America of late
Is becoming un-great,
As leader, he’s got to go.
I don’t want anyone to know
But my daughter, she is a Pro.
As she’s very high class,
You won’t want to pass,
When I arrange for her to meet yo?
There once was a man named Milo,
a rare online troll who turned pro.
His rise since self-unmade,
he works straight pride paraces
in hopes that his debt will soon fade.
My Labor Day burgers will show
I’m running the grill like a pro.
But knobs turned in vain
Showed there was no propane;
It’s off to McDonald’s we go.
The underling had a great fall.
He was fired for having such gall—
Scorning Boss with a joke
For a handful of folk
That blew up when he hit “reply all.”
The woman is known as a pro
For the skill of her lips. She can blow!
I refer to her trumpet,
But you’re thinking, “That strumpet!”
Like limerick lovers I know.
The virus arrived undetected
In a message I never suspected.
The disguise was so slick.
All it took was one click.
My computer’s now sick. I’m infected!
.
The virus arrived undetected
In a message I never suspected.
The disguise was so slick.
All it took was one click.
My computer’s now sick. I’m infected!
Sorry for the duplication
On Brexit, Brits swung to and fro.
One day con, and the next day was pro.
Then they voted en masse.
(Thanks to Cameron, that ass.)
Now with BoJo, I fear they will go.
I tried not to let Mama know
I was dating a big football pro
But it wasn’t propitious
When she got real suspicious
The day that I started to “show”
The NRA are Gun Pro,
Trump and GOP lackeys, “Right Oh!”
They condone murder and madness
And all the sadness
That Texas has just come to know.
Boris, on Brexit is Pro
Farage and others say No!
It’s so exciting,
All the out and in fighting,
I wonder which way it will go?
Well, I messed that up, Farage should have been Corbyn… silly me.
Boris, on Brexit is Pro
Corbyn and others say No!
It’s so exciting,
All the out and in fighting,
I wonder which way it will go?
They claim that I’m being silly
And demonstrate that I know nilly,
But for all of their “Pro”,
They just follow the flow,
Willy-nilly, down dale and up hilly.
Found Keister, the local proctologist
Tried Rocky, the real smart geologist
Couldn’t find the web page
I was in a mad rage
AT LAST !! I found Pee the URLologist
a slight different one:
Found Keister, the local proctologist
Tried Sigmund, the brilliant psychologist
Couldn’t find the web page
I was in a mad rage
AT LAST !! I found Pee, the URLologist
E mail “trip,” then see adverts to fly,
Typing “health” pops up potions to buy.
May the net be replaced,
With one we embraced,
That won’t trespass, sell data, or spy.
I thought they were being real nice
When they gave a free roll of the dice.
So I clicked, and it said:
WIN! Collect or DOUBLE instead?
So I guess I’ll just have to play twice.
I did a search on You Tube
To give my car a quick lube.
But the instructions were hazy,
And I’m a bit lazy,
And mistakenly made a big boob.
I’d bought her Merlots and Chiantis,
And poetry books by Cervantes;
I shopped like a pro!
How was I s’posed to know
That she wouldn’t like edible panties?
Some people we happened to meet
From an Airbnb up the street
Were full of despair;
Zero linens in there.
That really did happen – no sheet.
We’re all under magical spells
In our hands is where trouble just dwells
We are pris’ners for sure
Taken by the allure
Of phones, which are duly called cells
Mad – please change line 4 of my posting above to read:
“Zero linens in there.”
Thanks, Dave
*****
Done.
Tammy’s opening night of the show
And she wonders how it will go…
The Review the next day
Had little to say
Save extolling the new Star as a Pro.
My Hotmail is getting quite bad
And it makes me feel just downright sad
When some stupid dick
Wants to extend my prick
I’m a girl, It’s N/A and I’m glad.
Last night I was totally shocked
When I noticed my laptop was locked
I was simply appalled
Cuz my daughter installed
A gizmo called “Parents Are Blocked”
I got a new online game passion
Play dress up with hairstyles and fashion
But I don’t have enough
To buy all the cool stuff
So on payday I dump all my cash in.
Many things I do not know,
Things that others say are so.
Things learned from other men.
Things learned beyond their ken.
In blind ignorance they are pro.
Boris Johnson’s Brother Resigns From U.K. Parliament Over Brexit
An assassin, he needs to be pro
And know where a knife blade should go
When animus moulders
Go right between shoulders
Where Boris just got it from bro
His writing was that of a pro ―
A bit morbid and skin-crawly, though.
Talking birds, howling cats:
Stuff like that is just bats!
(A description that’s most aproPoe.)
Here’s a card cuz I just want to say
I love you in ev-er-y way
You sure are a Pro
Taught me all that I know
Happy Father’s Day, Google. HURRAY!
The current Limerick-Off ends tomorrow, Saturday, at 10 pm (Eastern time.) So please get your limerick stragglers in.
I was stunned and surprised to see
On Facebook, some photos of me.
It seems that some scammerer
Was secretly using my camera
Taking photos no nice folk should see.
Yes, I think I’m a cracker,
As I earned ten million smacker.
It’s here in the can
From an AI voice scam…
You guessed it, I am a hacker.
I don’t believe it! A quid for a pro
These prices have come as a blow
In my day, the lasses
Would work off their asses
For knee tremblers at tuppence a throw
In translation, I’ve earned my good name;
I have reaped recognition and fame —
Ah, but even a pro
Can be dealt a grave blow
By an innocent Internet game:
“Only 10,000 words for today?
Fine! I’ll just take a moment to play…”
But those “moments” can cost —
No words done! Six hours lost!
And now all I can say is “Oy, vey.”
A Facebook ad showed Jim a blouse
That he thought he should buy for his spouse:
“She’s size ‘M'” — but what came
In the mail (to his shame)
Would have fit on an av’rage-sized mouse.
My computer has gone on the fritz
Shot to bits, lost its wits, called it quits!
If I hire a pro
And he can’t make it go,
I’ll just squawk like a crow; it’s the pits!
“It’s the internet’s fault!” I had said.
Won’t my desktop come back from the dead?
To buy NEW would require us
To spend (not desirous)
Or was it a virus instead?!
It took more than a year and a half
To restore this calamitous gaffe.
I had fit after fit
And felt dumber than shit.
Looking back, I can sit there and laugh.
But my Facebook friends weren’t too thrilled.
Some had thought I was hurt, maybe killed.
Some may think I’m a slime
For my negligence crime
Just a matter of time till I’m grilled!
I’m a muddlehead/technotard queen
You will find lots more brains in a bean.
Even if you’re a pro,
You can’t teach me to know.
I just sweat if you show me a screen.
If a worker says, “Oops!” or “Oh no!”
Or if he’s too nervous or slow,
Gives you sass or acts crass,
Has the brass to pass gas,
You can bet your sweet ass he ain’t pro.
If you think you’re a scholarly “pro”
‘Bout Shakespeare or Henry Thoreau
You better be busty
And bewitchingly lusty
(Men do not give a crap what you know)
The Internet sure does “entice”
I’m obsessed with my wondrous device
When the networking broke
I went downstairs and spoke
To my fam’ly. They seem really nice
Here is something that’s real fun to do
For Internet fans to all view:
Make up a dumb link
And some numb skulls will think
If there’s no LOL then it’s true
The Internet’s great and it’s free!
It’s a “high” for my sweetie and me
And I must also mention
It’s the greatest invention
Since the breakthrough of Caller ID
That Facebook is truly an art
And designed for those clever and smart
I get very engrossed
Cuz its followers post
Ev’ry sneeze, ev’ry burp, ev’ry fart
Mad: above limerick: L5 Could you please substitute “Ev’ry snore”
with “Ev’ry sneeze”
Thank You, Lisi
*****
Done
Thanks so much everyone for another fun two weeks of limericks. This Limerick-Off is officially over. And the winner is…
Limerick-Off Award 330. Congratulations to the winners!
But you can still have lots of limerick fun because a new Limerick-Off has just begun: Limerick-Off Note.