She thought as she sat in repose,
“I’ve worked very hard, heaven knows.
All day in the sun
I planted just one,
And here is this beautiful rose.”
Congratulations to Richard Howard of Gainesville, Florida, who won $25 for this fun limerick describing W.D. Stevens’s May 1, 1937, 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:
They married to farm. Oh, the fools!
For both were as stubborn as mules.
It ended like this,
And she was in bliss:
The divorce gave her all of the tools.
—Barbara French, Anaheim, California
Sue had all the tools she could use
But needed to summon her muse:
“Show me just what is needed
To get my soil seeded
While wearing silk scarf and new shoes.”
—Dora-Lee Ober, South Windsor, Connecticut
There once was a gardener named Dot.
She used every tool that she got.
It took all her power
To transplant one flower
That grew in a very small pot.
—Ronald Levinsky, South Salem, NY
I feel that I have to confess
That my garden might look like a mess.
That wee little pot
Is all that I’ve got —
The beetles got all of the rest.
—Ray Liskey, Griffith, Indiana
With willpower strong as titanium,
And true grit (when it came to her cranium),
Rose summoned her strengths
And went to great lengths
To free one imprisoned geranium!
—Sjaan VandenBroeder, Stockton, California
You’re curious, dear, why I’m shunning
Your lunch while I make our yard stunning?
A green thumb I don’t got,
But those Joneses are not
Staking claim to “Best Yard” three years running.
—Rebekah Hoeft, Redford, Michigan
She just stepped out of the shower.
She looks as fresh as a flower.
She’s happy to pose
With spades, rakes, and hoes,
But actual dirt makes her cower.
—Wendy Hyrkas, De Pere, Wisconsin
My garden needs tending and seeding.
The flowers need hoeing and feeding.
But everyone knows
That with these spiffy clothes,
You’ll never see me out there weeding.
—Maxine Babalis, Salt Lake City, Utah
There once was a lady named Dawn
Who needed some help with her lawn.
And so, with a smile,
She hoped to beguile
Some man who would take the job on.
—Carol Sandin Woodruff, Hanover, New Hampshire
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