I only half remember one from my YOUTH and I sure wish someone could help me with it.

There's an Ogre running naked in my bean patch, squishing bean plants with his toes
Theres an Ogre running naked in my bean patch, how he got there no one Knows.
Why,Oh Why did he have to pick my bean patch to squish the bean plants with his toes

A few years ago we had a long thread with lots of garden limericks and poems, mostly written I think by GardenWebbers. I did a quick search and couldn't find it but maybe someone else remembers it and what the Subject line was?

Nine times trine...

There once lived a bug
Whose name was Kent Ellis
Everything he grew
He grew on a trellis

He checked and rechecked
His beloved trellis garden
But how slow did it grow
Now that darned him

An awful slothful way
Too sluggish for Kent
Always the same
With no development

He howled one day;
A spent little bug who was bugged enough to say:
Grow ye tendrils
Twist, twine, vine
Grow ye the magnitude
Nine times trine
Mayhem blew up with inconceivable growthÂÂbent over by weightÂÂand holey smokes! Kent never knew what trine truly meant

His trellis garden grew past mere infinity
Kent Ellis got punked by divine trinity

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Thank you, Sooth.That is cute and I will add that poem to my stash. Did you write it?

Thank you Goldenpond and Solstice for responding.I googled "ogre running naked" but couldn't find anything. That would have been cute too.

Regina

I wrote a few limricks. This is some.

Little bug chewing on my grass
You certainly have a lot of class,
Apon a weed you wouldn't feed
You claim they give you gas.

I once knew a little green lime,
who wanted to be in a rhyme.
I told him I would if I possible could,
so there and I hope you didn't mind.

Regina, yes I wrote it but it sure is a lot revised from the original, and will get revised again because it still needs work. For instance, in my mind, Kent gets squished--not just his wish. Hey, maybe that's what the title of it should be. lol.

Bugs kind of frustrate me...not in a real big way but just enough to make my head wonder about some of them and if I were only smart then I wouldn't get stuck on really dumb issues such as....why do you eat up your food source bug; so, um, anyway, in my mind, that bug Kent was brilliant to grow his own. However, since bugs don't really do that (I mean, bugs meaning Aphids, or scale, etc.), the poem is more a cautionary...(the moral of the story) be careful for what is wished and/or maybe rather how it is wished. You could get squished.

The Limerick by Hopeful In Brevard is ten thousand times better:
Little bug chewing on my grass
You certainly have a lot of class,
Apon a weed you wouldn't feed
You claim they give you gas.

Straight to the point and a knee slapper! Lol! Bravo!

Sooth: I understand your revising your poem over and over. I have a poem on Politicians that I have been tweeking for about 20 years. I think I finally have it. I love your explanation of your creative struggel even if I had to read it over twice LOL. However I suspect I have ADD. Thanks for your kind comment.

Hopeful, I think your bug poem is great!There's another one for my collection. I knew that if I posted here, somebody would come through.
Thank you everybody!

Regina