Writing Christmas
limericks was my husband’s idea. Unless you like them. Then it was my idea.
Highlighting the poems in garish colors was my idea. Unless you don’t like it.
Then it was my husband’s idea.
Though he’s a
respectable elfie
He’s not above posting
a selfie.
So Santa Claus dressed
In his holiday best
And posed with the elf
on the shelfie.
A jolly old elf known as Santa
Found his flight stalled at
Atlanta.
So upset was he
In his jiggly tummy
He chugged a bottle of Mylanta.
Poor old Saint Nick
wants to cry.
He doesn’t know why he
should try.
“Global warming, I
think,
Will make my sleigh
sink
Before the reindeer
start to fly.”
There was a toymaker called Nick
Who knew that he couldn’t get
sick.
Because of the cost
His coverage he lost
Leaving Nick and his elves up a
crick.
The sleigh is much
lighter this year
Since readers have new
high tech gear.
Their Kindles and Nooks
Replace heavy books.
War and Peace is now lighter than air.
Send me your original
Christmas limerick, and if it isn’t any worse than mine, I’ll include it in a
future blog post. (Keep it clean, folks.)
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