Half-Baked Limerick

I hope you’ll join me in writing a limerick with this first line:

There once was a baker, Lenore…

Here’s mine:

Half-Baked Limerick
By Madeleine Begun Kane

There once was a baker, Lenore,
Who’d been baking three decades or more.
But she quit. When asked why,
She responded, “Hate pie!”
You’d think she’d have noticed before.

Please feel free to write your own limerick using the same first line and post it in my comments. And if you’re on Facebook, I hope you’ll join my friends in that same activity in my Limerick-Offs.

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16 Responses to “Half-Baked Limerick”

  1. There once was a baker, Lenore
    Who burned everything in the store.
    Her embers did glow
    With the help of Ed Poe
    Who misses her brownies all the more.

  2. There once was a baker, Lenore,
    Who developed a gross-looking sore
    When lots of infection
    Oozed in her confection,
    It was “Cupcakes, a dollar for four!”

  3. Linkmeister says:

    There once was a baker, Lenore,
    Whose cake was seen down on the floor
    So was it a flop
    Or just not at her top?
    No, t’was a stop for the door!

  4. There once was a baker, Lenore,
    baked a million or maybe more
    of fruit tarts, never burned
    ’til one day she learned
    tart was a synonym for whore.

  5. Jesse Levy says:

    There once was a baker, Lenore
    Whose husband would very loudly snore
    She took two different doughs
    Stuck them into his nose
    And Lenore’s husband, alas, is no more.

  6. Dr. Goose says:

    There once was a baker, Lenore,
    Who sought money to open a store,
    While applying for credit,
    Her bank said: “Forget it!
    And don’t try to beg or implore.”

  7. Mad Kane says:

    I enjoyed your limericks. Thanks!

  8. 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.

  9. Veralynne says:

    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.

  10. Mad Kane says:

    More baked goodies! Thanks!

  11. Jeff says:

    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.

  12. Mark Kane says:

    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.

  13. M Sue Moore says:

    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,

  14. Steve Nance says:

    @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.

  15. madkane says:

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

  16. Tammi says:

    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.