Comments on: Half-Baked Limerick

By: Tammi

Tammi — Sat, 24 Apr 2010 03:55:20 +0000

There once was a baker, Lenore.
Baking cookies and pies in her store.
When raisins were scarce,
She filled pies with pears.
Good bakers can make less seem more.

By: madkane

madkane — Sat, 17 Apr 2010 05:47:38 +0000

Thanks for the additional limericks! And Steve, your poem is wonderful!

By: Steve Nance

Steve Nance — Sat, 17 Apr 2010 04:43:58 +0000

@Mark L. — Love the literary limerick, Markoolio!
@Edgar Allen Poe — I beg your forgiveness, sir.

In the city, dark and dreary
As I stumbled, drunk and weary,
Over many a shattered soul and shuttered store,
Came a fragrance as from heaven,
Something wondrous that had leaven’d!
Wafting from a humble pastry-seller’s door:
A baker whom the gods had blessed - Lenore!

Ev’ry morn, the worn and jaded
Had their souls and stomachs sated
With ambrosial rolls and donuts by the score
From the oven, unabated,
Pastries poured, and she, as fated,
Stood there smiling gently as they begged for more…
The angel who these wonders wrought: Lenore!

But one day, there came a weeping,
As the city rose from sleeping,
Sweet and yeasty smells came seeping forth no more;
What had shattered their composure?
Just one brutal word: Foreclosure
Writ across now-abandoned bakery door.
The gods of credit had forsaken poor Lenore!

Quoth the banker: Nevermore.

By: M Sue Moore

M Sue Moore — Sat, 17 Apr 2010 01:48:31 +0000

There once was a baker, Lenore,
From her kitchen was heard a loud roar,
Followed soon by a clatter,
Then out the door blew some batter;
Now Lenore and her store are no more,

By: Mark Kane

Mark Kane — Fri, 16 Apr 2010 19:44:14 +0000

There once was a baker, Lenore,
Who never stopped pacing the floor.
She would bake up a storm
And try to keep warm,
But no one would enter her store.

By: Jeff

Jeff — Fri, 16 Apr 2010 19:27:07 +0000

There once was a baker, Lenore
The cops found her dead on the floor
Her once tasty bread
Was all full of lead
She won’t bake it in China no more.

By: Mad Kane

Mad Kane — Fri, 16 Apr 2010 19:16:40 +0000

More baked goodies! Thanks!

By: Veralynne

Veralynne — Thu, 15 Apr 2010 21:18:04 +0000

There once was a baker, Lenore,
Who sold only baked goods in a store.
Until one sweet day,
She got carried away,
Sold herself, and now she’s a whore.

By: Damian Cuffel

Damian Cuffel — Thu, 15 Apr 2010 13:45:21 +0000

The Baker, Lenore
—————
There once was a baker, Lenore–
Her breads had no taker before.
But she changed to whole wheat
When she ran out of meat
And folks kneaded to make her make more.

By: Mad Kane

Mad Kane — Thu, 15 Apr 2010 09:53:46 +0000

I enjoyed your limericks. Thanks!