Laura is a technical writer. She enjoys playing the piano, traveling, fine art, and making jewelry.
Long curls my fair maiden possessed,
And all said that she was so blessed.
For in her red hair,
Caught ever ensnared,
Was light that could never be quenched.
Other limericks you may like:
- The Well-Prepared Freshman
A limerick about a youth who probably grew up with his nose in books or owes his parents and teachers extra thanks for an extraordinary upbringing.
- Ella Fitzgerald
A limerick about Ella Fitzgerald and her famous ability to scat, taken lightly.
- The Bad Hometown
Ever wonder who named some towns? Aren't you glad you didn't come from some of them? City founders, for shame!
- Squish, A Poem That's Almost a Limerick
A poem about a bug, a rug, and the sound of footsteps. It's not quite a limerick, and it's perfectly Rated G, but it has that lilt and disrespect characteristic of limericks. And a dark side...
© 2021 Laura Schneider