Limerick Scold (Limerick-Off Monday)
Once again, it’s Limerick-Off time. And that means I write a limerick, and you write your own, using the same first line. Then you post your limerick here and, if you’re a Facebook user, on Facebook too.
So I hope you’ll join me in writing a limerick with this first line:
A gal who was rather a scold…
or
A man who was rather a scold…
Here’s mine:
Limerick Scold
By Madeleine Begun Kane
A gal who was rather a scold
Berated her spouse o’er his cold:
“You’re sick all the time
Without rhythm or rhyme,
And your illness is getting quite old.”
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 Facebook Limerick-Off post.
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Tags: Battle of the Sexes, Health Limericks, Marriage Humor, Poetry & Prompts, Relationship Poetry, Writing Prompts
A gal who was rather a scold
but a great cook, it must be told.
Her husband , berated,
fervently stated
that his wife was worth more than gold.
A gal who was rather a scold
told her man he was getting too old.
She was rather aggrieved
when he seemed quite relieved
and took off with all of his gold.
A man who was rather a scold
Found his wife frigid and cold
She could never get hot
He couldn’t find the right spot
So all his love making was put on hold.
A gal who was rather a scold
Had a big mouth and felt really bold
But love came her way
Leaving her with nothing to say
A man changed her heart with a ring made of gold.
A guy who was rather a scold,
of his acts she grew tired and old.
Then she drew away,
and to this very day,
the guy is a clueless cuckold
A gal who was rather a scold,
her husband she thought she controlled.
One day went too far,
when she cleaned out his bar,
now he waits for the day he’s paroled.
Oh this is fun! I enjoyed the limericks in the comments as much as yours! Especially the man who is waiting to be paroled…hee hee. Good ones! My brain is too tired to think of any at the moment.
A gal who was rather a scold
Freaked out at the signs of a cold:
“It’s dusty, it’s breezy
I’m feeling quite wheezy,”
She cried, “Not to mention the mold!”
A gal who was rather a scold
To Gadaffi yelled out (she was bold):
“I won’t bodyguard
Any more!” HE was jarred:
“By a WOMAN Muammar’s being TOLD?!”
A gal who was rather a scold
Asked her husband for whom the bell tolled
He said, “Well, you see
“The bell tolls for thee…”
Sent to prison, he was quickly paroled
A gal who was rather a scold
From Alaska came down from the cold.
She wants, so she says,
To become our Prez!
(I have to admit I’m not sold.)
By the way, Berowne is spelled “Berowne,” not “Beriowne.” You’d think I’d get my own name right… :-)
A guy who was rather a scold
And demanded folks do as they’re told
Had his final fall-out
(No one left to bawl out)
With a squirrel on a bench in the cold.
A girl who was rather a scold
(and even mean, truth be told)
Was told “Just be kind
Or you’ll be fed just fruit rind”
Said she “I’d rather eat mold.”
Now, Mad, usually it’s women who tire of men’s childlike behavior when ill!
A gal that was rather a scold
phoned her husband – he put her on hold
while he straightened his desk,
practiced dance (Arabesque),
filed his nails, took a leak – that was bold.
A gal who was rather a scold
berated me until I would fold
She so often harried me
That why she then married me
I really have never been told.
A gal who was rather a scold
Married a man who was old..
And nagged him till he died
And in Vegas she was spied
Making merry with all his gold.
A gal who was rather a scold
Marched in Madison despite Winter’s cold
She held high her poster
To oust the imposter
And the cops smiled and told her “We’re sold”!
What a varied and delightful assortment of limericks. Thanks so much, and please keep them coming!
A gal who was rather a scold
Her future has been foretold
You will not go far
Thus won’t reach the star
For being so mean and cold.
hahah! what great limerick you write! makes me smile! smile! smile! here’s my potluck.. cinderella for a man
LOL What FUN! :-D
A gal who was rather a scold,
Nagged herself about looking so “old”.
So she did something drastic,
And now she’s all plastic!
She’d melt if it wasn’t so cold!
A man who was rather a scold
Found his shouting was getting quite old
So his friends hatched a plot
Tied his tongue in a knot
Now he trips on his words, I’ve been told
Another limerick…if you can stomach it…
Going Green
Here from Poetry Potluck.
Great limerick to sum up ‘man flu’!!
Sci Fi Hi
A gal who was rather a scold
preferred that her daters be bold.
Of course, she’d resist
and never get kissed
but got to complain ’bout the hold.
A man who was rather a scold,
Had a penis all covered in mold,
Antibiotics,
had made him neurotic,
of his book 10,000 copies were sold.
Amazing Limericks both on the post and on the comments. Thanks for playing in ” EWPF “
These limericks have all been great!
A man who was rather a scold
Got grumpier as he grew old
You’ll be a grouch too
When it happens to you
We geezers all fit the same mold
I love this round of limerick off. Every one is fabulous. Late to the game but I have two, being so inspired by all of you.
A guy who was rather a scold,
always shouted, he never cajoled.
He demanded his way
on every day,
his temper he never could hold.
A gal who was rather a scold,
Michelle Bachmann, or so I’ve been told.
She never used facts
in her vile attacks,
as the truth caused her head to explode.
A gal who was rather a scold
Thought her barbs would make her men bold
As she scorned another
She heard from her brother
“You’ll end up with no one, and old”
A dame who was rather a scold
Of the sheep who might stray from the fold,
Made her tongue extra tart
For those who’d depart
From the Testaments, both New and Old.
bwahahaha…this is awesome!!
A gal who was rather a scold
She often did weigh herself in gold
One day it rained too hard
She’d to let down her guard
And no sooner was she covered in mold :)
A man who was rather a scold
Could not be amused or cajoled.
His spirit declining,
He just kept on mining,
A life that would never find gold.
Uh dame what wuz always uh bitch
kept lookin’ fa ways ta get rich.
Tried boostin’ sum ice
Got busted by vice
Wound up wit’ uh thirty year hitch.
*grins* My apologies for not participating in the limerick goodness – all poem’d out for the late, late night I think…but I’m loving the game you’ve kicked off here. A good batch of limericks are the perfect way to end the night. Keep ’em up everyone!
These are just delightful! Thanks and please keep them coming. And don’t forget to come back for next week’s Limerick-Off Monday. :)
A man who was rather a scold
Whose mouth remained uncontrolled
Had a wife sweet as sugar
She was known as a cougar
Among young lads, she spread all his gold
smiles. i hate getting colds…esp this time of year…
the way you use words are superb.
keep it up.
A++
join us if you wish.
Thanks everyone for your kind words and your limericks. Please keep them coming. And watch for a new Limerick-Off early Monday.
A gal who was rather a scold
Had a mouth which was never on hold.
When she’d something to say,
Nevermind the dismay,
Off her unshackled tongue it rolled!
Thanks again for your fun limericks, everyone. I’ve just posted a new Limerick-Off and hope to see you all there. :)