November/December 2019 Limerick Laughs Winner and Runners-up

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Old mem’ries of childhood recalling,
“Giddyup,” the old man began bawling.
It was quite a tableau
As he rocked to and fro,
Unaware little Jim could be falling.

Congratulations to Jan Sasek of Antelope, California, who won $25 for this fun limerick describing Norman Rockwell’s December 16, 1933, cover illustration.

If you’d like to enter the Limerick Laughs Contest for our upcoming issue, submit your limerick via our online entry form.

Here are some of our other favorite limericks from this contest, in no particular order:

On a rocker not built for two
Rode Grandpa with a young buckaroo.
“Hang on tight there, my boy,
’Tis the season of joy,
And we don’t want you all black and blue.”
—Nancy Buck, Killeen, Texas

Dear Grampa, I beg you, be kind!
Hold your horsey if you don’t mind!
I’m holding on tight,
But try as I might,
I’m falling off horsey’s behind!
—Carol Billow, Crest Hill, Illinois

Said Grandpa, “Let’s go for a ride!”
Charlie asked, “In here or outside?”
“Why, inside, of course.
On the old hobbyhorse,
But hold tight, because Grandpa’s grown wide!”
—Ann K. Covington, Huntsville, Alabama

He is not quite as young as he thinks,
Should sit playing those old Tiddlywinks.
If he falls off that steed,
He’ll crush Junior, indeed!
And the cause: all those holiday drinks!
—Brian Federico, Clyde, New York

Riding a horse can be fun
For Grandpa and clinging Grandson.
But you’d better beware
Because horses don’t care
If you fall or your butts become numb.
—Angie Guerrieri, Boardman, Ohio

I’m sorry to bother you, sir.
I know that you might not concur,
But two seems to exceed
What this rocking horse breed
Can hold — I don’t need a chauffeur!
—Rebekah Hoeft, Redford, Michigan

Though they’d hardly had time to awaken,
They decided this bronc needed breakin’.
Grandpa climbed on the steed.
Timmy followed his lead,
But down in his boots he was shakin’.
—Skip Russell, Minnetonka, Minnesota

To the horse it was never a shock
That the overweight hindered his rock.
But the horse didn’t know
That behind and below
Rode an underage, hitchhiking jock.
—Marian Tongier, Catonsville, Maryland

In trying to turn back the clock, it
Appeared Grandpa’s way was to rock it.
He yelled “We’ll ride double!”
I knew I’d have trouble,
But clung to his belt and vest pocket.
—Gary Wirstad, Broomall, Pennsylvania

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  1. They say that true love is blind
    And sneaks up on one from behind
    But when man and wench
    Sat down near Jeeves bench
    Jeeves response was less than refined.


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