September/October 2024 Limerick Laughs Winner and Runners-up

To be back when those leaves brought such joy,
Such good times for a dog and his boy.
Now, with years having past,
On my list they are last:
As the raker, they now just annoy.

Congratulations to Domenic Sette of Missoula, Montana, who won $25 for this limerick based on Leaf Pile, John Clymer’s October 16, 1954, Post cover.

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:

Raking leaves brought enjoyment and glee,
But regrettably she did not see:
While enjoying the chore,
It caused her to ignore
That her child fell out of the tree.
—Bob Bobbe

He was having some fun for a while,
But terror soon wiped off that smile.
As the leaves got so deep,
Johnny heard a low beep.
“Mom, I lost my cell phone in this pile!”
—Brian Federico

Hey son, why not give Mom a break?
Get up, take a turn with the rake.
This is painstaking work,
So stop being a jerk.
Your allowance just night be at stake.
—Dolores M. Sahelian

While my raking of leaves was ’most done,
Along came my dog and my son …
As they plowed through the leaves
I thought, now, if I please,
I might as well join in the fun!
—Stephen Ginter

Sorry, I don’t mean to be bad,
But adventures just need to be had;
So if me and the pup
Straighten everything up,
Will you promise me you won’t tell Dad?
—Jim Strossman

Hey, Dude, I can see from your smile,
You’ve been playing and romping a while.
Here’s one of my peeves:
Start raking some leaves
So Mommy can rest in the pile!
—Lorraine Ray

It’s a dog’s life, they say, and they’re right.
I buried a bone here last night,
And now I can’t find it.
I know she’s behind it.
She’s raking those leaves just for spite.
—Rudy Landesman

To help in the yard, they were hired,
But soon boy and dog were both fired.
“My back is aching
And, as for your raking,
It leaves much to be desired.”
—Scott Talbot Evans

She called her assistants, did Bess,
To tackle the leaves (more or less).
“I’ll make a big pile,”
She said with a smile,
“And you two will make a big mess.”
—Sjaan VandenBroeder