As the mist on the battlefield clears,
And the enemy regiment nears,
This lass in her nook
Foreshadows the look
Of Where’s Waldo? by 60-odd years!
Congratulations to Jeff Foster of San Francisco, California! For his limerick, Jeff wins $25 and our gratitude for his witty and entertaining poem describing Penrhyn Stanlaws’ February 18, 1928, cover Snowball Fight (above). If you’d like to enter the Limerick Laughs Contest for our next issue of The Saturday Evening Post, submit your limerick through our online entry form.
We received a lot of great limericks. Here are some of the other ones that made us smile, in no particular order:
This red-hatted miss will aim true.
A snowball to her — nothing new.
Her eyes show her mettle;
There’s a score here to settle.
Aren’t you glad she’s not targeting you?
—Diane Swan, Barre, Vermont
They laughed and they let her “pretend;”
The boys thought she could not contend.
A delicate flower?
They’d soon know her power;
They’d never again condescend.
—Rebekah Hoeft, Redford, Michigan
When she throws as if pitching a batter,
Her snowball will make quite a splatter.
She’ll “powder” his nose
And make sure that he knows
That with snowballs, size really does matter.
—Chris Bauer, Los Molinos, California
“There’s Sue (with her dumb, stupid bow)!
And that two-timing nincompoop Joe.
If I throw this just right
Using all of my might
I can clobber them both with one throw!”
—Guy Pietrobono, Washingtonville, New York
Although she joined in just for kicks,
She soon realized it’s the pits
When the fight is to throw
Balls made out of snow
Constructed by hands without mitts.
—Paul Desjardins, West Kelowna, British Columbia
My snow fort is ready to go,
Filled with balls roundly packed out of snow.
All I need is a chump
I can hit with a thump.
It’s all in the prep, as you know.
That girl in the red and white stripes,
I know her — she’s one of those types
Who tend to believe in
This way to get even
To settle her grumbles and gripes.
—Neal Levin, Bloomfield Hills, Michigan
A brazen young lady named Shammer
Threw snowballs that hit like a hammer.
But that came to a stop
When she hit a big cop,
And Miss Shammer wound up in the slammer.
—Philip Simmons, Greenville, South Carolina
My advice — in a snowball fight, mind you —
Is to make sure that no one’s behind you.
If you just want to stay
Out of trouble, I’d say
Dress like Waldo, and no one will find you!
—Jennifer Klein, Rehovot, Israel
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