March/April 2026 Limerick Laughs Winner and Runners-up

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My Gramps wasn’t one for romance.
He’d much rather fish than go dance.
But dance he sure did,
Like some sugar-hyped kid,
When a hook caught him square in the pants.

Congratulations to Carol Kalmes of Onalaska, Wisconsin, who won $25 for this limerick based on Tying Flies, Stevan Dohanos’s Post cover from March 4, 1950.

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:

A fly fisher out of Van Nuys
Spent hours at a time tying flies,
But the guy was quite lax
With the fly on his slacks.
If you saw him, you’d divert your eyes!
—Jim Sinclair, Caversham, England

When the Mrs. peeks in, she thinks, “What in
The world has possessed Mr. Sutton?
He’s a whiz in his nook
With a thread and a hook
Yet is hopeless at sewing a button!”
—Jeff Foster, San Francisco, California

A fisherman most of his life,
His career with achievement was rife.
He caught, on occasion,
Some fish or crustacean,
But mainly caught flak from his wife.
—Gennadiy Gurariy, Athens, Ohio

Now grandpa has finally retired.
No suit or commute is required.
But tying a fly
While wearing a tie?
Formality must be hardwired.
—Jeanne Kaufman, Boulder, Colorado

Will I ever need so many lures?
I may not, but this workroom ensures
Me a place of relief
When my wife gives me grief,
And in that way my marriage endures.
—Mark L. Levinson, Herzliya, Israel

His hours were long and enduring
With end results very assuring —
That the bait to the fish
Seemed a savory dish.
Each one was, after all, quite al-LURE-ing.
—Deborah McCarthy, St. Petersburg, Florida

There once was a man stayed up late
Tying lures till he couldn’t see straight.
Fell asleep in his chair,
They got stuck in his hair,
Now he uses his head as fish bait.
—Amie Valentine, Dundee, Michigan

My wife thinks I’m crazy, not wise,
To waste so much time making flies,
But I’ll tell you my side:
I come here to hide
When there’s no poker game with the guys.
—Ronald Vavak, Los Alamitos-Seal, California

His wife used to feel quite inspired
At the thought of her husband retired.
But if he only has eyes
For those lures that he ties,
Then he’ll find, as a hubby, he’s fired!
—Marcia Gunnett Woodard, Swayzee, Indiana