Jittery Limerick 
Once again, it’s Limerick-Off time. I hope you’ll join me in writing a limerick with this first line:
A jittery fellow named Fred…
Here’s mine. (It’s a three-verse limerick, but a standard one-verse limerick is fine, of course.)
Jittery Limerick (Jittery Limerick Audio)
By Madeleine Begun Kane
A jittery fellow named Fred
Had problems with sleeping in bed.
He could sleep on a chair
Or a stool — anywhere
But in bed, where things came to a head.
He was haunted in bed by his fears,
Whether sober or after some beers.
He would worry and fret—
Could not snooze on a bet.
And that’s how he lived for ten years.
But then podcasts came into his life.
(He’d heard about them from his wife.)
The discussions and talk
Made sad thoughts take a walk.
Now he slumbers in bed without strife.
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Tags: Anxiety Humor, Insomnia Humor, Mental Health, Podcasts, Poetry & Prompts, Sleep Poetry, Stress Humor, Writing Prompts
A jittery fellow named Fred
had no boundaries as to where he would tread
One day he went far
And wrecked up his car
And was erroneously mistaken as dead.
A jittery fellow named Fred
Got a strange idea in his head
To cure his affliction
he took up addiction
to drinking lots of wine – red.
A jittery fellow named Fred
Just knew that he’d been misled
“I am not a whiner
but life was supposed to be finer
according to what the Prez said.”
A jittery fellow named Fred,
had a bowling ball drop on his head.
With his mind in a fog,
he thought Wilma his dog,
and let Dino sleep in the bed.
Said a jittery fellow named Fred
To the amorous lass he had wed:
“Pray don’t find it rude
If the sight of you nude
Makes me itchy and twitchy and red.”
A jittery fellow named Fred
Hearing voices aloud in his head,
Couldn’t make them all stop
So he took off his top.
Now he sleeps the sweet sleep of the dead!
A jittery young fellow named Fred
Became even more jittery in bed
While resting he found
his legs had been bound
and lashed to the single bedstead
While struggling to get himself loose
He figured it was of no use
to wiggle and squirm
the bindings held him quite firm
at least it wasn’t a noose.
What a fun selection of limericks. Thanks, and please keep them coming!
A jittery fellow named Fred,
Was a hit with the girls in bed
He just let himself go
(Some nicknamed him “Dildo”)
His affliction a blessing instead.
[oops. almost forgot to repost here . . . again!]
A jittery fellow named Fred,
Had an odd way to scratch his head
‘Gainst a wall or a door
He’d hold his head–even the floor–
And his head scratched itself instead
A jittery fellow named Fred,
Though not known for his calm, level head,
Had an ace up his sleeve:
A superb joie de vivre
And a vibrating presence in bed!
Thanks Veralynne and Johanna!