“I’ll be neat,” said young Eustace McGibb,
But in fact the child’s vow was a fib.
Now the gravy spray falls
On the ceiling and walls,
And the only clean spot is his bib.
Congratulations to Daniel Galef of Tallahassee, Florida, who won $25 for his limerick describing J.C. Leyendecker’s Pilgrim Boy Carving Turkey, from the cover of our November 12, 1910, 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:
A plump little lass named Maureen
Refused to eat food that was green.
Thinking Maureen absurd,
Ma stuffed greens in a bird.
None the wiser, Mo licked the bones clean.—Kelly Bennett, Westhampton Beach, New York
Mom says I should lose some weight,
That a bit of hard work is my fate.
In line with her wishes,
I’ll wash all the dishes
(As soon as I clean off my plate).—Joan Cummings, Black Mountain, North Carolina
When my mom cooks a meal I adore,
I eat my fair share and then more.
Though I’m far from upset,
The one thing I regret
Is that half the food lands on the floor.—Colin Donaldson, West Roxbury, Massachusetts
The lad in this old illustration
By now would have reached life’s cessation,
But don’t be upset:
I’m willing to bet
That he didn’t die of starvation.—David Friedman, Coral Springs, Florida
The Mayflower docked, lookin’ strappin’,
As turkeys, all wavin’ and flappin’,
Exclaimed, “Oh my golly,
Those pilgrims look jolly!
Come in! What’s the worst that can happen?”—Gennadiy Gurariy, Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Greedy Cornelius Lister
Ate faster than wind in a twister.
You can see in his eyes
That he knew otherwise
He’d have to share with his sister.—Sherry Jansma, San Diego, California
This Thanksgiving, you’ll be like a queen.
You will have your own table, young Jean.
That ensures you will stay
At least six feet away,
And your mother’s new dress will stay clean.—Jennifer Klein, Jericho, New york
Among all the actors that day,
All dressed for the Thanksgiving play,
Was a lad from Muskegon
Whose Mom raised him vegan.
Did he fake-eat the turkey? No way!—Deborah McCarthy, South Pasadena, Florida
Steer clear of left-handed Bess
‘Cause, girl, she makes quite a mess!
With a gargoyle grin
She tucks right in
And squirts meat juice all over MY dress!—Lorene Pinkley, Kansas City, Missouri
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