The “Poe-try” of Poe Limericks
Those attending the Waukesha Reads – The Big Read Brown Bag Conversation in October had some fun with poetry and the Poe theme. Check out these creative limericks.
There once was a poet named Poe,
Whose ma said, “Now, Edgar, you know,
That with some jocularity
Plus a touch hilarity
Using less gloom might be apropos.
There once was a poet named Poe
Whose writings are famous, you know.
His mysteries and fantasies
Affect me emotionally.
I cease to say “mo” about Poe.
There once was a poet named Poe
Whose years were filled with great woe.
He moved from city to city
With a wife who was quite pretty,
But wealth he never did know.
There once was a poet named Poe
Whose life was a tale of woe.
He missed his dead wife
All of his life,
So his sadness would never go.
There once was a poet named Poe
Whose drug and alcohol use brought him low.
So his writing was creepy,
And his poems sadly weepy,
Resulting in great tales of woe.
There once was poet named Poe
Whose soul was enveloped in woe.
He wrote out his pain
In the bleak and the rain;
He proved that you reap what you sow.
There once was a poet named Poe
Who wrote many poems of woe,
Like the grief of Lenore
And the Raven’s “Nevermore;”
None of which earned him much dough
There once was a poet named Poe
Who one day ran out of dough;
So he wrote a story
That was really gory,
And now he is “Poe” no “mo.”
There once was a poet named Poe;
Had all his ducks in a row,
Bringing quacks of good cheer,
And never a fear;
And this is as far as we’ll go.
There once was a poet named Poe
Who was stranded in a large flow;
With a skill so outstanding
And courage so demanding
He faced the world with a glow.
There once was a poet named Poe
Who did not make very much dough.
Some days he was sad;
Some days he was glad.
His writings were mostly of woe.
