Limerick-Off Monday – Rhyme Word: POT at the end of Line 1 or 2 or 5

It’s Limerick-Off time, once again. And that means I write a limerick, and you write your own, using the same rhyme word. Then you post your limerick as a comment to this post and, if you’re a Facebook user, on Facebook too.

I hope you’ll join me in writing a limerick using POT at the end of Line 1 or Line 2 or Line 5. (Homonyms or homophones are fine.)

The best submission will be crowned Limerick Of The Week. (Here’s last week’s Limerick Of The Week Winner.)

How will your poems be judged? By meter, rhyme, cleverness, and humor. (If you’re feeling a bit fuzzy about limerick writing rules, here’s my How To Write A Limerick article.)

I’ll announce the Limerick of the Week Winner next Sunday, right before I post next week’s Limerick-Off. So that gives you a full week to submit your clever, polished verse. Your submission deadline is Saturday at 10:00 p.m. (Eastern Time.)

Here’s my limerick:

A man who liked stirring the pot
Made trouble more often than not.
He needed no kitchen
To heat up some bitchin’
And could cook it up right on the spot.

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

To receive an email alert whenever I post a new Limerick-Off, please email Subject: MadKane’s Newsletter. Thanks!

Tags: , , , , ,

74 Responses to “Limerick-Off Monday – Rhyme Word: POT at the end of Line 1 or 2 or 5”

  1. A woman who liked licking the pot
    Lurked in kitchens longingly and misbegot
    She needed no prodding
    To set her to nodding
    Her tongue licked no matter how hot

  2. a famed baker of cookies used pot
    sprinkling liberally more often than not
    they laughed far and wide
    the comments were snide
    when the police caterer ordered a lot

  3. A politician who was born with “the lot”,
    Thought the poor were an overpaid lot.
    But when caught with his snout
    Sucking the public purse out,
    The kettle turned and winked at the pot.

  4. Better would be:
    A politician from a blue ribbon plot,
    Thought the poor were an overpaid lot.
    But when caught with his snout
    Sucking the public purse out,
    The kettle turned and winked at the pot.

  5. David Reddekopp says:

    it’s a dubious drug I have bought
    Since I tried it, I wish I had not
    What would anyone need
    With some laxative weed?
    Now I can’t get myself off the pot.

  6. Jesse Levy says:

    Said a man with a very large pot,
    Will my wife sleep with me? No, she’ll not!
    If I just try to mount her
    our futile encounter
    Turns into just shear tummyrot.

  7. David Reddekopp says:

    This week’s contest, I’ll give it a shot
    Make line 1, 2, or 5 end in “pot”
    With line 3 and 4, I’m
    Tasked with making them rhyme
    But what goes in line 5, I forgot.

  8. Brian Allgar says:

    She had spent the weekend on his yacht;
    Said the hooker, “Good-looking he’s not.
    Though he’s no Botticelli,
    I don’t mind a belly
    As long as there’s cash in the pot.”

  9. Brian Allgar says:

    Though he smoked marijuana a lot,
    It was no longer hitting the spot,
    So they gave him a hit
    Of some really good shit,
    And he finally got off the pot.

  10. daisy mae simon says:

    “I never inhaled, smoking pot,”
    Is a line Bill C said a lot
    Still–not healthy–there’s tar
    And how ’bout that cigar
    It and that blue dress–what a spot!

  11. Brian Allgar says:

    Wolhuter, a fierce Hottentot,
    Cooked my Great-Uncle Alf in his pot.
    An Etonian scholar
    Was too hard to swaller –
    He violently threw up the lot.

    (This is based on the following anecdote by David Irving:

    … Reminds me of our well-educated Great-Great Uncle Alfred Dolman, who was eaten by a Hottentot cannibal named Wolhuter in the 1800s; Wolhuter was violently sick after this desert meal. I used to tell South African audiences of our great-uncle who “was brought up at Eton in England, and eaten and brought up in South Africa”.)

  12. Ian Graham says:

    “Kettle, you’re black,” said the pot.
    “So are you,” said the kettle. “Why not?
    “I’m willing to bet
    “We’re part of a set
    “With that sizzling black saucepan. She’s hot.”

  13. Judith H. Block says:

    They “were so poor, they had no pot
    To piss in”, my Mom said a lot,
    About guys that I knew;
    She wanted me to eschew,
    Whether otherwise worthy or not.

  14. Judith H. Block says:

    Hey, Man! I’m just chillin’ on pot,
    I’m mellow, I like this a lot!
    But food I am craving,
    So hungry, I’m raving!
    And everything else, I forgot!

  15. Judith H. Block says:

    It seems that the world’s gone to pot,
    Save the planet- we’ve just got one shot.
    World economies bleed
    It’s all corporate greed.
    The masses will wake up… or not.

  16. Judith H. Block says:

    “Stay out of it, don’t stir the pot!”
    My Mom used to tell me a lot.
    “Don’t politically grouse,
    Stay home, clean your house!”
    To me that was just so much rot!

  17. Brian Allgar says:

    For Daisy Mae Simon:

    “I never inhaled, smoking pot”,
    Was a line that Bill used quite a lot.
    His other great line
    Will perpetually shine –
    “If it’s oral, then sex it is not.”

  18. I never did indulge in “pot”
    But when I was on my boyfriend’s yacht

    He said, “Give it a try
    It’s fun to get high”

    Man!! that stuff really hit the spot!

  19. We had a great time smoking pot
    Then we hopped into bed; he was really hot

    He started poking
    I thought he was joking

    I didn’t know he was the son of Seurat

  20. Zelick Mendelovich says:

    A woman whose looks went to pot
    had injections to hold back the rot
    her nose grew so big
    a huge purple fig
    with lips red baboon arse, so hot!

  21. Zelick Mendelovich says:

    The angel said: “Lot leave the rot!
    they’ll cook in the Dead Sea hot pot.
    not one did I find
    any good, a wee kind
    God roast them! The whole damned lot.”

  22. David Reddekopp says:

    The fire and brimstone, too hot
    Is what drove out the family of Lot
    His wife turned and halted
    For this she was salted
    She smelled the aroma of pot.

  23. Kirk Miller says:

    “So my plants in the yard won’t get caught
    In the cold, dig them up,” my wife thought.
    When she brought them inside,
    Every one of them died.
    You could say that her plants went to pot.

  24. Kristin Smith says:

    From Phyllis Sterling Smith

    In my state you can grow legal pot.
    In the US they say you cannot.
    It may be my pride
    But I’d like to abide
    By both laws so I’m put on the spot.

  25. Judith H. Block says:

    When it’s said that “they piss in one pot”
    It means that they’re closer than not.
    My Mom’s other dictum,
    I won’t call it wisdom.
    I should recall more, but cannot.

  26. Mama made minestrone ( a special pot)
    We loved how it was always piping hot

    Her recipe, unknown
    She said, “Leave well enough alone

    I’m taking it with me to my plot”

  27. Phil Graham says:

    Somehow it’s become my sad lot
    To live with a woman who’s not
    In the least bit decisive
    I yell things derisive
    Like, “Shit or get off o’ the pot!”

  28. CPHenly says:

    Little Johnny, a not-too-bright tot
    Got some burns ‘cuz the soup was so hot.
    Said his father, Big Brent,
    “Son, that’s not what I meant
    When I sent you to sit on the pot!”

  29. I was driving home with Scott
    On the highway near the lot

    He was using all his power
    But we were going 3 miles an hour

    I think he’d been smoking pot

  30. I was cogitating a lot
    A limerick to go with pot

    I went to my special location
    For the ideal permutation

    Which always occurs to me on the pot


    I was cogitating a lot
    For a limerick that would hit the spot

    I went to my special location
    To develop the ideal permutation

    Which occurred to me on my trusty pot

  32. MAD……so sorry please change “3 miles and hour” to
    “3 miles AN hour

    from MBK: Done.

  33. Phil Graham says:

    Saw my dealer at nine on the dot
    Most times the guy sells decent pot.
    I examined a baggie,
    All seeds, stems, and raggy,
    I asked him, “Is that all you got?”

  34. Suzanne Heymann says:

    If you are a smoker of pot
    Your neurotransmitters are shot
    Brain’s wiring burns out
    And as it turns out
    You won’t have a clear-headed thought.

  35. Suzanne Heymann says:

    This substance which people call pot
    A sweet-smelling leaf it is not
    Smells something like poop
    From an old chicken coop
    And they think they are such a bigshot!

  36. Suzanne Heymann says:

    If we take a ride on your yacht
    While it’s loaded with smokers of pot
    As fast as a comet
    My projectile vomit
    Will land on the whole bloody lot.

  37. Suzanne Heymann says:

    If chronic pain/ sickness is not
    As curable as you had thought
    Then I will not mind
    If comfort you’ll find
    In smoking some joints filled with pot.

  38. Suzanne Heymann says:

    My horse gallops fast like a shot
    But give him a whiff of that pot
    His speed will decline
    From thirty to nine
    Miles an hour, a weak little trot.

  39. Suzanne Heymann says:

    A kettle called ‘black’ by a pot
    Told the pot, “You know diddly squat!
    Just practice instead
    What you preach,” Kettle said,
    “‘Cause you’re blacker than any inkspot!”

  40. Suzanne Heymann says:

    What the hell did you cook in that pot?!
    It smells like it’s trying to rot!
    Roadkill’s the word
    Or is it a turd?
    Some great cooking skills that you’ve got!

  41. Suzanne Heymann says:

    What the hell did you cook in that pot?!
    It smells like it’s trying to rot
    Roadkill’s the word
    Or is it a turd?
    Some great cooking skills that you’ve got!

  42. Suzanne Heymann says:

    I don’t know what happened, but the first time I wrote the limerick that starts off with “What the hell did you…” it wouldn’t print, but there was a comment that popped up saying ‘Duplicate comment detected, it looks as though you’ve already said that!’ (which of course wasn’t true). Then it completely disappeared, so I rewrote it. Now it’s in there twice! Sheesh! Go figure.

  43. Suzanne Heymann says:

    Some gal had a pot-belly pot
    It looked like a beachball, I thought
    It grew and it grew
    And that’s when I knew
    That pregnant was what she had got.

  44. madkane says:

    Don’t worry about it. Sounds like my blog software misbehaved a bit. :)

  45. Suzanne Heymann says:

    There once was a dumb astronaut
    Who smoked up a bit too much pot
    So spaced out and high
    He didn’t know why
    He was floating in space – he forgot!

  46. Suzanne Heymann says:

    Thank you Madkane… for a minute I thought I was losing it. Hey, YOU’RE up early. Must be time to milk the cows and feed the chickens…

  47. madkane says:

    LOL! I haven’t been to bed yet. I keep very odd hours. :)

  48. Before I tied the knot
    I had a shower at a fancy spot

    I got Joseph Cornell collages
    antique Tiffany vases, and

    My future mother-in-law gave me a pot

  49. Stephen B. Fleming says:

    The unsavory melting pot
    Of Republican hopefuls is not
    An agreeable crew,
    A Mulligan stew
    Of revolting food for thought.

  50. Phil Graham says:

    A masochist woman named Dot
    Could only rest well on a cot
    Said she, “It’s too narrow
    And hurts to the marrow —
    I LIKE it, believe it or not!”

    Her sybarite friend said, “What rot!
    How can pain give you pleasure, dear Dot?
    You will not cry out, ‘Ouch!’
    If you’ll lie on a couch
    Or a hammock while smoking some pot.”

  51. David Reddekopp says:

    Here’s the acrostic limerick you ordered, Mad.

    Cindy said I should add to the pot
    Unique flavors – I gave it a shot
    My familiar taste
    Is not one she would waste
    Now you’ve guessed it – it’s just what you thought.

  52. Phil Graham says:

    Hey, David, I’m fumin’
    You beat me to ‘cumin’

    I’ll try one on basil
    For Mad’leine’s appraisal

    But not in a trice
    For I’m not good at spice

    And Mad, should you pan us
    Stick these up your anise.

  53. Cynthia Kennedy says:

    I smell something coming from that pot.
    My God, did you let the food rot.
    I doubt if it’ll be eaten,
    Even if you put something sweet in.
    Because that food really stinks a lot.

  54. Phil Graham says:

    After my comment caustic, here comes my acrostic:

    Before you put spice in the pot
    Add beef stock but not a whole lot
    Sprinkle flour for a roux
    In goes salt, pepper too
    Lick the spoon, say, “Good gravy!” (Or not.)

    You may also need a basal thermometer…

  55. Phil Graham says:

    A Cambodian Commie had shot
    Folks whose politics weren’t what he sought
    The man was neurotic
    As well as despotic
    No polls were held under Pol Pot.

  56. Lisi Nortman says:

    There once was a little tot
    Who watched his mom cook things that were hot

    The meals that she cooked
    Tasted like gobbledygook

    And every day he ran to the pot

  57. David Reddekopp says:

    Your friends have inferred you will not
    Take a drug which will make your brain rot
    There’s no reason to pout
    When they’re leaving “u” out
    You can leave them alone with their pot.

    …see what I did there?

  58. When you’ve lost the health battles you’ve fought
    medical cannabis hits the spot.
    Though you remain ill
    it can be a thrill
    to say your health’s going to pot.

    In 2016 if you need pot
    someone running might take what you got
    like ol’ Chris Christie
    who got real pissy
    and took on a two year old tot.

    Medical Marijuana

  59. Fred Bortz says:

    Is there any rule that says you can’t use the same rhyme sound for all five lines?

    If so, I am about to break it.

    I got caught wildly stirring the pot
    Quite a lot. Yes the ranting got hot.
    No one bought what I thought.
    Though I fought every plot:
    “That’s just rot!” “You’re a sot!” “No I’m not!”

  60. Lisi Nortman says:

    I told my husband, Scott
    That I resent Helen a alot

    “What’s wrong with my mother?”
    “If it’s not one thing or another”


  61. Lisi Nortman says:


    I told my husband, Scott
    That I resent Helen alot

    “What’s wrong with my mother?”
    “If it’s not one thing IT’S ANOTHER”

    She’s ALWAYS in my pot!!!

  62. Kristin Smith says:

    Phyllis Sterling Smith wrote:

    Bernie Sanders? I like him. He’s hot
    As he stirs the political pot.
    Clinton’s heart is too cold,
    Trump has way too much gold,
    Bernie runs on the wealth he has not.

  63. Lisi Nortman says:

    If you’re cheating with Scott
    Because you think he’s OH SO HOT!

    Don’t go to the Holiday Inn
    He’ll know where you’ve been

    You’ll see your neighbors there more often than not.

  64. Diane Groothuis says:

    The poker game had a huge pot
    Which they fought for and nobody got
    While that hooker made faces
    Her mate got 5 Aces
    Just a pair who had cheated a lot.

  65. Suzanne Heymann says:

    I can prove that your stomach is not
    What you all along always have thought
    Instead, your big belly
    Is really some jelly
    Held hostage inside of a pot.

  66. David Reddekopp says:

    Everything for the soup he had bought
    So the cook turned the stove on to hot
    He had the ingredients
    But in his expedience
    He found he’d forgotten a pot.

  67. Lisi Nortman says:


    If you want to cheat with Scott
    Because you think he’s OH, SO HOT

    Don’t go to the Holiday Inn
    Hubby will know where you’ve been

    You’ll see your neighbors smoking pot

  68. Lisi Nortman says:

    Mad please eliminate the word “there” in the last line of the previous limerick

    Also, after much”cogitation”I think I have this one just right:

    I cogitated a lot
    To find a rhyme that would hit the spot

    I went to my special location
    To find the right permutation

    Which occurred to me while on the pot

  69. Phil Graham says:

    Not an entry — just some humor on one meaning of pot …

    Miss Karenina grew some hydrangea
    Quite tall so’s to hide plants of ganja
    For this sweet little Anna miss
    Enjoyed smoking cannabis
    And cooking up brownies to manja.

  70. Janie Gouge says:

    Morning brilliance, I admit I have not
    Mine comes from strong caffeine shots
    Awakened luster, please hasten
    Forget the cup, time’s a wastin’
    I’ll just stick a straw in the pot!

    Janie Gouge

  71. Phil Graham says:

    i LIKE reading LIM’ricks a LOT
    eSPEcially WHEN they’ve a PLOT
    But THOSE that don’t SCAN
    ought be THROWN in the CAN
    (also KNOWN as the PORcelain POT.)

    Some of you ‘poets’ have no clue as to rhythm and your offal offerings hurt our ears.

    Puh-leeze! Read Mad’s ‘How-to-write-a-limerick’ (link above beside her pic.) Then go around repeating, “la-la-LA, la-la-LA, la-la-LA” for several hours before submitting again. It should improve your stress…

    and lessen ours.

    (s) The Cognoscenti

  72. Allen Wilcox says:

    Said mother to son, “Try this pot.
    It’s time that you learned how to squat.
    Just deposit your load
    In this gateway commode,
    And you’ll work your way up to a yacht.”

  73. Tim James says:

    My wife and I gave it a shot:
    Writing lim’ricks while mellow on pot.
    But it took several days
    (Munchies caused the delays).
    This joint effort is what we begot.

  74. madkane says:

    Thanks so much everyone for another fun week of limericks. This Limerick-Off is officially over. And the winner is…

    Congratulations to the Limerick of the Week Winner and the Honorable Mention Winners: Limerick of the Week 227

    But you can still have lots of limerick fun because a new Limerick-Off has just begun: Limerick-Off Rhyme Dash.