Limericks #3
Poems
There once was a hoover that said no,
No matter the push, it
wouldn’t go.
The owner screamed “PAIN!”
The hoover left a
stain —
So they swept with a brush to and fro.
There once was a wise old spoon,
From the philosopher platoon,
It refused all spoon work,
And sat with a big smirk,
Offered wisdom in the afternoon.
There once was a kettle that screamed,
Every time it boiled — or so it seemed.
So a mug jammed the spout,
Gave the kettle a clout —
And now it just quietly steamed.
There once was a toaster called Fred,
Who was fatally allergic to bread.
It once toasted a crumpet,
Then courted a strumpet —
Now it lives in a shed, full of dread.
There once was a broom full of fear,
It would cry every time it swept near.
One day it swept a frog,
Who slipped down the bog —
Now it waits, hoping he’ll reappear.