You’re probably thinking I’m rude
Or acting the Puritan prude.
But you, Bobby Shaw,
Are breaking the law
By swimming right here in the nude.
Congratulations to Maxine Babalis of Salt Lake City, Utah, who won $25 for her witty limerick describing this Norman Rockwell cover illustration from our June 15, 1929, issue.
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 more great limerick entries from this contest, in no particular order:
Those rascally boys just scare me.
They treat all the rules unfairly.
They’ll soon be caught
And of course, they ought!
If they escape now ’twill be barely.
When she saw the boys swimming undressed,
She cupped her eye firmly and pressed.
Her priest made her promise
If she looks at “John Thomas,”
She’ll turn right around and confess.
—Wendy Hyrkas, Green Bay, Wisconsin
When a modest young miss on a walk
Glimpsed bare bottoms, it put her in shock!
So with both eyes shut tight
To mitigate fright,
She walked right off the end of the dock.
—Sherry Jansma, San Diego, California
A modest young lady named Susan
Was past the old fishing hole cruisin’.
“My conscience is speaking.
It tells me, ‘No peeking,’
So I’ll cover the eye I’m not usin’.”
—James Johnston, Poland, Ohio
I dare not come close (I’m too meek),
But I can’t resist sneaking a peek.
Though mom would be furious,
Darn it! I’m curious!
There’re bare naked boys in that creek!
—Jean McEwen, Minneapolis, Minnesota
Miss Prude is a person who loathes
Nude swimmers who utter foul oaths.
So it pleased her no end
When she saw Man’s Best Friend
Had peed upon everyone’s clothes.
—Bob Turvey, Stoke Bishop, Bristol, United Kingdom
“If you don’t watch for wolves, you’ll be sorry,”
Goes the Little Red Riding Hood story.
But a wolf isn’t close
To a peril as gross
As a half-naked boy at the quarry!
—Jeff Foster, San Francisco, California
OMG, they are breaking the law
And worse (how it’s stuck in my craw!).
See that young swimming punk
Who’s displaying his junk?
They’re strutting their stuff in the raw!
—Doug Harris, Fairfield, Stockton-On-Tees, United Kingdom
“Why are you here, little Beau?
And where are Billy and Joe?”
If they’re down in the creek,
I’d rather not peek.
Can’t tell Mom if I don’t really know.
—Joan Cummings, Black Mountain, North Carolina
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