I've written a haiku or two on this blog in the past but I have never indulged in my secret passion for limericks. Looky, Daddy! is having a parenting limerick contest which has sparked my creativity. I thought I would share my work here before getting back to the work for which I am paid by Hennepin County.

Breakfast of Champions

Before my babies were born Sweets I often did scorn Now I’m so tired I need to be wired So chocolate it is in the morn’

To Dream

I used to sleep through the night Alone in my room without light And then came the spawn And all that is gone Still, I’m happy. I am. Right?

Mama Needs a New Pair of Shoes*

*inspired by the post of the same name

I used to have time to peruse Fashions that gave me no blues Then children were born And now I am torn ‘Cause I’ve got no money for shoes

That Damn Montessori School

To the two moms of Miguel We love your kid – he is swell But tonight he’ll need scrubbed From the polish he’s rubbed On his hair and where else we can’t tell


I buckled my son in his seat He poked me - it was no treat The Portuguese flag Up my nose made me gag My lobotomy’s nearly complete!

Luisa said...
Maybe you should submit these to "Wait, Wait... Don't tell me" or at the very least create your own limerick calendar.

1:44 PM

sarah said...

1:55 PM

Anonymous said...
hahahahahahahaha lolololololol

1:57 PM

Anonymous said...
oh that was me laughing peace leigh

1:57 PM

Colleen said...
Very whimsicle. They are great!!

7:09 PM

Kristin said...

There once was a dad who made beerHe said that it gave him good cheer.

He’s slightly obsessed

With the clean up of mess,

That’s because he is an engineer.

12:21 PM

Anonymous said...
i used to blog all the time trying for words that sounded sublime now my job is to write from the day to the night so i prefer reading, now is that a crime?vikki and kristin can't be beat their blogs are smart, truly neat i stand here in awe (sure, they'll say a p'shaw) but consistent blogging is truly a feat


7:49 AM

Anonymous said...
Once in a while I write something that rhymes By chance or accident or divine interventionthe last thing I wrote that did rhyme was an ode to the carrot need I say more? That ode to the carrot Came knocking at my door

peace leigh

11:39 AM

Polly P said...
I wish't I could say something witty But brain space now's itty bitty With the kid on the way We're on edge every day And the waiting is really quite sh --oops! gotta go!

12:02 PM