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Funny Poems for Kids

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Jon Coley
Apr 06, 2026
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Limerick City

Jon Coley

For Harper, who really knows how to laugh.

Copyright ©️ 2023

What is a limerick?

In the classroom, you may learn that it’s a kind of poetry with a distinct rhythm, meter and rhyme scheme, AABBA.

Boring!

Limericks are a lot of fun. They are usually funny and sometimes nonsensical, just like life itself. In other words, Limericks are a humorous celebration of life.

Believed to come from Limerick, Ireland, these poems were recited in pubs and parties for silly fun. Well, let’s have some of that. Shall we?

These are a few limericks I wrote about some kids I know. There is no relation between the actual children and the weird things they are doing in the lines of these poems.

However, I assure you that these kids are pretty strange. That being said, welcome to Limerick City!

Limerick City

Welcome all to our Limerick City

Where poetry reigns without mercy or pity

The kiddos are crazy

And some even lazy

But sometimes they can be quite witty

Jillian

There once was a young lass called Jillian

Who danced with joy at cotillion.

She slipped on a peel

And fell with a squeal

So now she’s suing for fourteen million.

Talon

There once was a lad named Talon

With his friends he went a pallin’

He drank a large cup

Of some very sweet stuff

Then he peed half a gallon

Laynee

I know of this lass called Laynee

Who sits under trees quite shady

Where she sips sweet tea

And writes poetry

Such a precocious young lady!

Gibson

There is a young lad, name of Gibson

Which is not his last name, but his first, son

With a brother named Fender

Here’s the mind bender

They think playing guitar is like treason!

Riley

(RYE lee)

There’s this young girl named Riley

She’s sometimes pretentious and wiley

But she’s a heart of gold

Or so I am told

But people are sometimes beguiling.

Alexa and Camryn

(KAM rin)

Two girls, Alexa and Camryn

Went to the meadow to watch a young ram run

But the beast turned around

And put its head down

Now it’s watching both of them run.

Eliga

(E-lie-jah)

And now a tale of Eliga the twisted

Who reached for the ball, but woefully missed it

He stumbled around

And fell himself down

And the earth? Well, he kissed it

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