Archive for the ‘Limerick poems’ Tag
There once was a tiny leprechaun
who lived in the hills of Ireland upon
fields of flowers and grass so green
he wandered about, but couldn’t be seen,
the little man known only as Shawn.
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Then one day he came to town
sprinkling his lucky gold dust all around.
Like a bit of magic, he spread his cheer
to everyone everywhere, far and near,
then quietly left without a sound.
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Joyce E. Johnson © 2017
Happy St. Patrick’s Day to everyone who wants or needs a little cheer. 🙂
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There flew a kite so big and so high
it soared above the clouds in the sky
and carried by the winds high and low
a little dog hung on to the string below
passing airplanes and birds; all that could fly
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it was such a strange peculiar sight
to see such a kite with a dog in flight
flying so high and flying right by
catching the attention of everyone’s eye
hanging on to the string with all of its might
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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)
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We lived in a cute, little house,
Where too lived a cute, little mouse;
It was during my nap
When I heard the trap
That caught the toe of my spouse.
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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)
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Bobcat
I know this funny ole cat
too big for small places and fat.
“There is no room to move about
this tiny space. I need to get out.”
perplexed was he so there he sat.
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paw notes: 🙂 Bobcat is a mixed Siamese and Burmese cat that belongs to my younger daughter and was little more than the size of a child’s hand (a kitten) when they found him quite literally on their front door step, a stray no one wanted. He is now a hefty, funny, and lazy ‘tom’ and rather spoiled by this grandma at least as I will run fresh warm water in the bathroom sink for him to drink, bath, or just splash and play in, whatever he chooses. So, when he sees me come over he hops up onto the sink and waits until I run water for him, then enjoys himself where he has more room. 🙂 He is one of those ‘fat cats’ one cannot help but love and cuddle with. In this particular incident he climbed inside my little granddaughter’s dolly play pen, surely too small for such a fat cat as Bobcat.
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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)
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Walking trail along the Missouri River
There stood in the woods a tree
with the oddest shape ever I see.
Where is the beaver that chewed
nearly all of the tree now strewed
along the river by me?
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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)
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The above photo is one I took of the Big Thompson River in my city (Loveland, CO.) where we walked almost every day with our dog, Maggie before the big flood in September of this year, 2013. The bridge seen in the background is now gone, as it was completely destroyed, but the big bridge in the foreground is the underpass at Wilson Blvd., At times there were things left behind having us believe there may have been homeless people living there, but the popular trail was always busy with bikers, hikers, people and their dogs walking it, and everyone was friendly, courteous and we all have missed the trail that was nearly all destroyed by the flood and is presently being rebuilt. photo credit: Joyce E. Johnson
There lived under a bridge by the water
a man when he walked would totter,
but kind was he
to all he did see,
and never to any a bother.
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They called him a ‘troll,’
thought him strange and droll
living as he did
keeping well hid
under the bridge like a mole.
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(Joyce E Johnson © 2013
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There climbed a squirrel on a tree
“Little squirrel, will you pose for me?”
He said, “I’m busy. Can you hurry?”
I took his picture, and off he did scurry.
He had much to do, and I things to see.
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Joyce E. Johnson (2013)
Photo credit: Thomas W. Johnson
We were able to capture this squirrel while on a hike at the Grand Canyon, North Rim on a recent vacation. This little guy was not in the least afraid of those on the path, and in fact looked as if he enjoyed having his picture taken. We think he was chewing off the bark to build a nest, but continued on with his ‘busy’ work, so I decided to try a fun limerick poem for the photo.
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BEE LITTLE, BEE BRAVE
There once was an old bee,
That stung where I couldn’t see,
Then he flew away
Returning that day,
And said, “You can’t catch me.”
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I said, “Buzz off old bee.”
And sat down by the tree,
Then rubbed the welt
That hurt when felt,
“You’ll not again sting me.”
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Joyce E. Johnson (2013)
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Reflections 