November/December 2024 Limerick Laughs Winner and Runners-up

He wished for some snow, soft and white.
It fell to the ground overnight!
“Now hold out your hand.
’Cause I’ve got a plan:
I wished for a puppy last night!”

Congratulations to Neal Krawetz of Fort Collins, Colorado, who won $25 for this limerick based on George Hughes’s More Snow? cover from December 29, 1951.

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:

Dad thinks that it’s bound to keep snowing.
His dislike for winter keeps growing.
Dad longs for the Spring —
The relief it will bring.
(He forgets about weeding and mowing!)
—Justin O’Connor, Leeds, Massachusetts

The father and son took a break
After shoveling every last flake.
Then they looked to the skies
With concern in their eyes ,
But this time it was just a snow fake
—Ronald Levinsky, South Salem, New York

That weather man must be insane
Or have cottage cheese for a brain,
’Cause, wouldn’t you know,
There’s five feet of snow
When his forecast was calling for rain
—Mike Arndt, Clements, Maryland

Daddy mumbled and cursed.
He declared this winter the worst,
And next year he’d plow it
Or, if mom would allow it,
We’d move down to Florida first.
—Paxton Grant, Hightown, Virginia

“Though our backs may be sore, our hands clammy,
Work is noble,” preached dad to young Sammy,
Then glared at the sky
With a pitiful sigh
And yelled, “Screw it! We’ll move to Miami!”
—Gennadiy Gurariy, Athens, Ohio

They surveyed the job they had done,
Just realizing the fight had begun.
Snow started again —
The question was when
Would the work stop so they could have fun?
—Dolores Sahelian, Mission Viejo, California

“We’re tired,” said Burton McNair
After scraping the snowy path bare,
Working hard until one
Just to get the job done ,
But the heavens were not playing fair.
—Eileen McKenzie, Sutherlin, Oregon

When dad tossed a snowball up high
It disappeared into the sky.
Jim watched and he waited
With joy unabated —
Till it hit him smack dab in the eye.
—Bob Turvey, Bristol, England

My son asked, what does it pay
To shovel a snowy walkway?
I said, just a dime
To do it one time,
But more if it snows twice today
—Ronald Vavak, Los Alamitos, California