Ed. Note: Nothing is better to read for entertainment value than the mighty limerick. And today we close out 2025 (a somewhat quiet, dweebish year that appears happy not to have secured a place of infamy) with six limericks, in two sets of three, by Geraint Jonathan.
No rest for the wicked, the wiccan or the wickered. We will return tomorrow…Leila
3 Limericks from Wales, by Geraint Jonathan
(For John Bilsborough R.I.P)
There was a fine man from Caersws
Who went for a bath in his boots
He splashed for a while
But his feet remained dry
And his wardrobe full of moth-eaten suits.
There was a man by the name of Harris
Who dreamed of dying in a garret in Paris
But getting to France
He’d no fucking chance
Being skint and with it embarrassed.
There was an old man of Kidwelly
Who’s spent his life watching the telly
And so it was b’there
His eyes became square
As did, most curiously, his belly.
3 Limericks from the North by Geraint Jonathan
There was a young man new to Morecambe
Who loved the sea air it was awesome
But talk of monsters
Seen out in the waters
While untrue he still swore that he saw some.
There was an old man from Carlisle
Who bore his teeth in the shape of a smile
Among further adventures
He misplaced his dentures
And his gums did the work for a while.
There was a fine fellow of Kendal
Who was thought to be quite sentimental
I don’t know about that
He said but did add
It’s less of the senti, more the mental.
Saragun Springs 
Geraint
Thank you for these. Limericks, for me, are poetic perfection. And you deserve congratulations for creating smiles with ones that are not dirty!
Happy new year,
Leila
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Enjoyed these. The one with the man watching “the telly” with square eyes and belly might be my favorite, but they were all fun to read. A pleasing way with the words. It’s neat to see limericks on here.
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CJA
You know we might have a haiku day sometime. Haven’t tried to make one of those since 1973 (by force in the 7th or 8th grade).
Leila
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Hi Leila
That would be cool! It’s neat the different forms of writing that show up on here. A definite plus to the writing life.
CJA
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Hi CJA
I figure is something has been around a thousand years or so it might be worth something!
Leila
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You have to enjoy a limerick! I think my favourite was the teeth one. thanks for the chuckle and a Happy New Year to each and all. dd
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Yes!
And they are clean (well by my standard), which makes them extra special.
Leila
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Geraint
These pieces are quite literally “LOL,” showing your wonderful range as a writer.
And a shout-out to Edward Lear too, Tennyson’s great pal who popularized the clean limerick and called it “nonsense.” And it was nonsense – the kind that wins its writer literary immortality (and maybe even – literally – immortality, IF God appreciates literature as I have a hunch that he does) (since he’s the Author of the Universe).
Finally, I agree with Leila, your clean limericks far, far surpass the smutty trash, although there was a time during my drinking days when I did enjoy reciting a few of the less respectable ones in bars at certain points. Especially the one about a man from a certain town in Massachusetts.
Happy New Year’s Eve, and thanks again for letting Saragun bring your pieces to the world, we eagerly await whatever else you have in store for us!
Dale
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