The staff of The Saturday Evening Post is pleased to announce the winner of the May/Jun Limerick Laughs Contest, Neal Levin of Bloomfield, Michigan! For his excellent poem describing the picture to the left, Neal wins $100—and our gratitude for a job well done. If you’d like to enter the Limerick Laughs Contest for our Sep/Oct issue, you can submit your entry via the form at the very end of this post. Now, without further ado, here is Neal’s masterpiece:
The little boy storms through the door,
Excited like never before.
He worked extra hard
On his Mother’s Day card,
But his true art’s all over the floor.
Of course, Neal’s limerick wasn’t the only one we liked! Here are a few of our favorite runners-up, in no particular order:
He blew in—this small hurricane—
Tracking mud on the rug, dripping rain.
He had made her a card
And was smiling so hard,
That Mom knew she just couldn’t complain.
—Barbara Blanks, Garland, Texas
It’s not that mothers are lax,
It’s just one of life’s little facts.
When she sees all the joy
On the face of her boy
We know she won’t mention the tracks.
—Maudie White, Erie, Pennsylvania
He’s bringing home dirt from the yard
And also a Mother’s Day card!
The one is no pleasure,
The other a treasure.
Forgiving will not be so hard!
—Virginia Wilson, Port Orange, Florida
There’s water and mud on the floor
From the boy and the dog at the door.
But the joy that they bring
Makes it just a small thing.
After all that’s what Mom’s mop is for!
—Teena Marino, St. Peters, Missouri
So excited to give Mom a treat,
He forgot to wipe off his feet.
Though her floor was defiled,
His mom only smiled,
For the card her son brought was so sweet.
—Mary C. Ryan, Bradford, Pennsylvania
This duo with smiles galore
Just tracked a big mess on the floor.
But when Mom sees the card
She won’t take it too hard,
Though her blood pressure may start to soar!
—Rose Hester-Lavenburg, Brooklyn, New York
They cut through the garden, just dug,
And made a big mess on the rug.
But the card from the boy
And the look of pure joy
Will for sure guarantee a big hug.
—Joyce Petrichek, Finleyville, Pennsylvania
When it comes to a son there’s no other
Can melt a mom’s heart like soft butter.
Even covered with mud,
She will give him a hug,
And willingly clean up the clutter.
—Evelyn Vibbert, Fishers, Indiana
When her son came home with his card,
Mother knew he had worked very hard.
And the joy on his face
Seemed to erase
The muck he tracked in from the yard.
—Dorothy Ford, Chanute, Kansas