How angelic these little boys look
As they sing from their pretty red book.
But two like to fight
To punch and to bite,
And one has a killer right hook.
— Curt Bench of Salt Lake City, Utah
Congratulations to Curt Bench! For his limerick describing Frances Tipton Hunter’s illustration (right), Curt wins $25—and our gratitude for a job well done. If you’d like to enter the Limerick Laughs Contest for our upcoming issue, submit your limerick via our online entry form.
Of course, Curt’s limerick wasn’t the only one we liked! Here are some of our favorite limericks from our runners-up, in no particular order:
In-choir-ing minds want to know:
Does it matter who struck the first blow?
After punching and kicking,
They both took a licking,
But still sang like angels—bravo!
— Barbara Blanks of Garland, Texas
At nine Sunday morn was a scuffle.
Lil’ Timmy and Joe had a tussle.
By nine-thirty a.m.,
They were choirboys again
And would later decide who had muscle.
— Cindy Cowan of Santa Rosa, California
Their songs on the wings of a dove
Rise up to the heavens above
We all quickly learnt
That angels they weren’t
When one gave another a shove.
— Randy Imwalle of Hilliard, Ohio
Today I can sing as a flute,
And those who do hear have a hoot,
My tooth’s on the ground,
The hole makes a sound,
Now I can both sing and can toot.
Today I do wear a black tie,
I’m glad that it matches my eye,
For colors I know,
Do make a good show,
And that I most surely do try.
— M. Sakran of Porter, Texas
These spirited boys of the choir
Have voices the angels admire,
Which were put on display
During recess today:
“You did too!” “I did not!” “You’re a liar!”
— Jeff Foster of San Francisco, California
They tell us to sing for the crowd,
But Tommy is singing too loud.
I have nothing to bring,
So my gift for the King
Is to sing pa-rum-pa-pum-POW!
—Stephen Bascom of Beverly, Washington
There once was a choir of boys
Whose singing was nothing but noise
Their voices were loud
Yet, their parents were proud
And couldn’t contain all their joys.
— Eileen Owens of Smyrna, Tennessee
In fairness, the minister might
Be blamed for this pititful sight.
He said, “Treat each other
Like sister and brother.”
And you know how siblings will fight.
— Peggy Rodebaugh of Arlington, Texas
There once were two boys from St. Pat
Who had a bit more than a spat
Said one to the other,
“I’ll tell my big brother.”
But Father put a stop to all that.
— Mary Louise Flanneary of Las Vegas, Nevada