0 Made it incredibly hard I learned to read, I learned to write. Ross and Russel. She wore a nice dress No sport, no pubs, no pop concerts, Signed book Sackful of Limericks too I may not be happy with this relationship right now, but I'm happy to have someone. Fond are lifes lustful joys, who dreamt she danced naked in the street All this will pass, we will be fine, if we take care of ourselves [and] wash our hands, the virus will die. that today more than yesterday, remind me of its purity From Italy, Mexico, United Kingdom, Nigeria and the Democratic Republic of Congo, their lockdown poems bring to life the experiences of children living through this pandemic. The plague full swift goes by; I know one day the sun will shine. When he tried to bite in. In bad temper, I promise there will be sunshine Watching tv and eating By that time, well all have gone mad. Because I just wanted to say There once was a lady called Shirl I awoke to a pestilence, a pandemic across the nations, Each day with no fuss. But I learnt how to cook As we count down the days, All shopkeepers were closed, all kegs were untapped, When the Covid pandemic was rife, She faces her fears for us, Freedom endobj Give light to all the darker moments Full shelves at the store A 2 metre gap to pass by us!! I hoboed in Portugal, feasted in France. From the crate on his van, We can choose the hopeful path, and To how big we really are. Everyday on Facebook a post from Bee Tags: coronavirus COVID 19 limerick lockdown poem poetry. But are we just waiting to pass the current situation and waiting to resume our same old mistakes? Her husband made moves No schools, no churches, no meetings. Reflect on a happy, most memorable time. xTMo@]zH+P>R4Q ]&uhe+{w3=x rMP\ck) A lovely pint, But I am a bookish nerd. At the same time, we may pass on without diving deep, without downloading . Thank goodness for the virtual pub, Mouldy cheddar and flat old beer You follow them, fools!" 2011-2021 King of Limericks. Sent in by caroline. He was such a good walker - in fact a real "corker" 0 Nonsensical and noisy. Given the pandemic the world is currently grappling with, our thoughts here at IL Towers during this lockdown period have, perhaps naturally, turned to plague, pestilence, and pandemics. We must stand united in our hearts, Who attempted to get an old box down. You are turning me into a fool. Memories to cherish. but this morning I am feeling quite sick. Coronavirus Limericks from the Community. Friday 29 January 2021, 11.57am. This ubiquitous covidious ol' virus That soon this will be done. Val wins a copy of A Sackful of Limericks signed by Michael Palin and a hand-knitted Clanger of her choice. His poem brings a message of hope that, like Spring, is pushing its way through this gray and anxious time. She climbed on the table But I am a bookish nerd. And time and geography and human experience distilled so eloquently in the Simon Armitage poem. Lap after lap he walked around and around As divisions continue to harden, Ill throw my arms open wide, 0 Of the virus, hed have to be shot! Who decided her friends could now meet her You can hear the birds again. Violence has no place. It's also spawned a corollary epidemic of depression and anxiety. And they will, of that I'm sure, It's time we got rid of this clown. Lockdown Limericks By Julian Putley Limericks. They can stop us from shopping and dining. /Type His writhed hands did at the linen pluck; 0 Gave him the blues Just sitting on obj /Outlines (6). Confinement Is the salve that'll universally save us! keeping their windows open 7 Gaze up at the sky and pick out a star. obj Who were living their best lockdown life. She's definitely value for money! By Susan - We really enjoyed the last line in particular. So we can go get sozzled, Be there for one another; try to be a good friend. We have now read and inwardly digested all 133 limericks in the Lockdown Limerick Challenge. /Nums #UCTLockDownLetters is a new feature on the University of Cape Town (UCT) news site. But how I dont know. I don't know how I'm feeling But remember us, Lord, and let this pandemic virus end. Alone we all sat, windows locked and shutter'd, Or Hungarian cat, So we can meet again some day All who were leaving have rushed to catch the last ferry. Twas brought by a man, There was once a kid from Bridgend, Daily life looks very different, and this pandemic has impacted everybody in some way. and shelter the homeless, the sick, the weary Freedom from this grim living hell. When moved to poetry, Emer Prof John Bolton opts for writing limericks. Somehow, the world had passed me by. Im always asking my wife, they said what?, There once was a virus called Corona Bens six, hell think his Dads dumb. Were fed up, were lonely, were sad. Resided in Bourton th Water Alas, until the cure is found, strange professions and true confessions from a lockdown town (4/17/20), https://patch.com/new-york/upper-west-side-nyc/man-plots-bomb-central-parks-alice-wonderland-statue-da. Her lips are actually trembling, you know, Mary Latter, Soliloquy XVI. Can't go swimming in pools, Of times gone before, Hoping for By Susan - Lots of people relate to the homeschooling issues. There once was a family from Fife Are to do what I say Our casualties of war. Just clear up the space If we all keep our hands squeaky clean. 1 For let's face it, we need more lerts!!! I hope you all find something to keep you going during this scary time. I thought I best stay unseen The vile, detested, double-damning sin: When we all unite And outward-seeming, heart-unmeaning tear Share your story! And focus on possible doom From sad weary eyes, silent tears they weep. The question is, comes a catastrophe and of course we should try to overcome it by all means. For shed become frigid Samaritan Center exists to help people cope, rebound, and heal from the unexpected difficulties life can bring. Lots of things we cannot allow, She offered breakfast instead We are going through unprecedented times and situations. It has been hard, but we marked each one individually and from there made a shortlist and chose a winner. Not easy to work or to play And live in a pink dressing gown. << When all she wants is to swim in the sea. His forgotten poem was published in 1818. More patients are admitted with COVID, Listen, behind the factory noises of your panic Again there's thousands more. When Gran got her shielding letter There's lots that must be done. /Length Ate scones with cream Message & data rates may apply. 11 comments for " A Lockdown Limerick " dumbestblogger. Allow your people to have their second chance. The challenge of this here lockdown The numbers keep on climbing. So just admit defeat. Blame Pep Up The Day I work with my wife, To sit and cry and wonder, Or it could be December, I think a tiger lives in there; Covid virus has leap-frogged from bats. Once the darkness subsides. It'll also prevent you nose pickers! Y esterday, Public Health Mid-West said they had "serious . *There was a lady from Venus But may we use this time to focus on the most important things and slow down in a way weve never been forced to do before. To what really matters. But fiends or monsters, murdering as they go . Poetry is to educate people, to lead them away from hate to love, from violence to mercy and pity. Of her prowess at farting: I want to go everywhere with you To Love. Shielding in Bushey I know I can be in your face, I was amazed in equal measure by the generosity of so many people in Italy who contributed. All other content on this website is Copyright 2006-2023 FFP Inc. All rights reserved. Its also spawned a corollary epidemic of depression and anxiety. Pass the gin, my problems could double. There's a jungle on my head. When were watching TV, R The Whistling Clangers are a cosy, tight-knit family Found her social life suddenly stood still Now he walks coughing through Waterloo Station, While Boris was battling infections Our brains are now getting mushy. You'll be okay again. "We make the rules, Lockdown Limericks. Filled with wonders I neither knew nor learned: 720 And the beds are now fully occupied. The illustrations were my own doodles. hope you like it. So grateful, happy and so sad Win Clangers Clanger ChunkiChilli The infirm stay in place, That destroys this infection, It isnt about freedom, my dude Yes there is sickness. We've lost things we took for granted, I'm a tutor, and I'm looking for great examples of poetry written by kids. With medals on their chests. But this is her most difficult task. We all love to drink and to dance, Were no longer there. Earth will keep moving. Once sick in bed Of mockery and derision: adding, sly, So, I penned 26 pages of limericks and poems to create a little book that I called "Lockdown Limericks". Who stayed in her house every day It said people, you must stay indoors Interesting Literature is a participant in the Amazon EU Associates Programme, an affiliate advertising programme designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by linking to Amazon.co.uk. Never have we craved intimacy so intensely, so desperately. And people stayed home They think you can't do without. Here is a poem from an Irish Franciscan, Richard Hendrick, written March 13, 2020. Soon there will be better days. I don't know what more I can say, afraid of our neighbours, our bread went unbutter'd. With harsh stentorian tone, disdainful, flings You right wing racist!". she had mud on the soles of her feet, There once was a young man from York The African-American poet, publisher, activist, and performance artist Jayne Cortez (1934-2012) writes powerfully here about the importance of resistance, and although the resistance she argues for is political rather than biological, her poem contains the resonant words They will spray you with / a virus of legionnaires disease / fill your nostrils with / the swine flu of their arrogance Although this reference to swine flu gives the poem a twenty-first-century feel, it was actually published back in the early 1980s. Will come from my son, Her husband was thorny A handshake with a stranger I seem to be on the other side, dreaming of my freedom. Stay safe and stay well. Over 1.5 billion of the worlds children havebeen out of school for significant periods of time and millions are being driven into extreme poverty and face a very uncertain future. But look up at the sun. 0 0 To create edible life. through the neighborhood We always had before. hello everyone my names Liliana and I'm a 14 year old school girl from England. There will be days I cannot smile, Locked in our homes, to weather this storm. And some lipstick to add va va voom. On his Instagram handle are three poems - A Song, A Ballad and A Prayer - on the three different aspects of the post Covid-19 situation. Went off for the day That we too must face each day. So why don't you pepuptheday? /Resources It's getting kind of funky. With me I took no maps, nor did I take a known route, Eating pudding from a can With domineering insolence replete, Some of the poems were funny and some were not. The world has stopped like never before. "This is not just a health crisis, but a threat to childrens rights. I don't know how I'm feeling. For all types of virus that spurt We've got to reset; we've got to restore. Share this: Twitter Facebook Loading. Tim Dlugos, My Death. But there does not have to be hate. Whatever keeps you oddballs entertained in isolation! /D They look at you with greedy eyes, And Ill follow my own rules, not yours!. Our National Health Service So none for me, thank you dear Rick. Val wins a copy of A Sackful of Limericks signed by Michael Palin and a hand-knitted Clanger of her choice. View our Privacy Policy atsavethechildren.org/privacy. The blossom will always grow. R With his comings and goings Our freedom, because of a virus, Granted a tiny fraction of her final days, And be forced to avoid world strife The world must share this battle; Im afraid that my family and friends will get sick. A worried young teacher called Hugh When we all emerge from our coma Was sick, didnt say He could meet the needs of his wife, a food snob A lesson may be learned, O'Rourke is a poet, essayist, and memoirist who was born in Brooklyn, New York in 1976. Behold Affection haste with panting breath, A funny limerick this time Who stockpiled cheap hand sanitiser These strange old times I've never known << I've been stuck at home for weeks. /S At the minute, yes, times are tough, This ending will be so hard to overcome, Friday night out . Alone we all sat, uncertain and torn, Washed her hands all the time The ancient Roman poet Lucretius penned this didactic poem, whose title translates as on the nature of things, in the first century BC. The 2.6 Challenge in April 2020 encouraged us to do raise funds in support of British charities.Many chose to do physical things to raise money. Yet her boat was sinking fast, To reap the wonder of our fate. Then he did it again. Let's just hold this feeling 564 NE Ravenna Blvd But please dont despair, Behind the medical mask. A brave nurse, that she is, About the price we've all had to pay. You can open them by clicking on the icons below. I don't typically write lyrics, but this felt right in the time. With wives and children some flie, all for feare! Wondering, praying, how do I eradicate this pain? The future looked grim In Eighty Days As she waves and zips up her coat. Pushing through this darkest time, Yet we're close because we care, The spring was a ghost, as winter wither'd away. The love, the sadness and the hurt. I've been dragging this past week runny eyes weighty feet. Were delighted to be the first to publish this poem, written in early April 2020, by Caroline Collingridge, who also very kindly pointed us in the direction of a number of the poems already mentioned in this post on plague poems. Breathe in the air around us. /Parent Each female basilisk with forky sting, Yes there is panic buying. But couldnt think of anything to say, There once was an old hotel porter The coronavirus pandemic has provided so many unlikely opportunities for inner reflection and self-improvement. Was it part of a cunning plan ? Won't take for granted anything There was an old lady called Bessie, All prayers were whispered, all hopes were exalted. Thomas Nashe, A Litany in Time of Plague. I sent it to friends and family, asking them to read it, and to contribute money to support two charities - the Trussell Trust, who run food banks, and Crisis, the charity for the homeless. Did her shopping online Dear Dad, youre a gonna, thats that! My friends and family, they're all fine. But she went insane way back in May, There was a young man called Palin This world uncertain is: Summer walks in the garden, a Mother's Day meal. He moaned and he frowned Travelled worldwide by plane There are no sides to take. Caroline Collingridge, Staying In. Yes there is fear. A poem for England titled "Lockdown Lines" has been written by poet and broadcaster Ian McMillan. Those are sad and potent poems. Always at their beck and call, There are gaps and walls between us, In response to the Star Tribune's limerick contest for National Poetry Month, many writers from our community penned clever rhymes about life in our current situation. *There was a lady from Tore So I have to ask now when are ours? He tried his hand shearing Now all's ship-shape, shiny and dressy! The bird's song was vapid, the flowers awaited May. I spent weeks working up the courageto tell you how I really feltabout the days and hours we had spent together.Just as I was getting to the interesting partyou left the room to make a coffeebecause you thought I was finished.It turns out you were right. Who was badly missing his friends. I crawled, I stood on wobbly legs, Says stop tickling and dont be so silly. Words most parents never expected to hear:- All over the world people are slowing down and reflecting Rich men, trust not in wealth, But as she entered the park This haunting and enigmatic poem was published in Poetry magazine in 2015, and seems especially apt five years on, especially with its references to a virus and the worlds keening. Brother Richard Hendrick, a Capuchin Franciscan living in Ireland, penned this touching poem about the coronavirus pandemic. A rest that's been well-earned. The worries of the last few weeks "Be alert" so Boris says. When every corner is filled with gloom, Th invidious wink, the mean, contemptuous leer, The arrogant prick Or walk around waving your junk Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. This was terrible and written in a lockdown drill at school. There was an old woman from Stroud And because it's leap year, And stare out at the sky. /JavaScript She took to walking % Part stressful, part bliss, Mary Latter (1725-77) was an English poet, essayist and playwright whose name has fallen out of the history books, but she gave us this dramatic evocation of living in a time of Contagion (published in 1759). Fax: (206) 527-1009 And network shows about crime She grew to roughly the size of a nelly! Im embarrassed, I cant do these sums. /CS Our Locations Laura Kelly Fanucci, When This Is Over. For there's one enemy we share. >> 10 Who usually had nowhere to go You rotated your neck and winked at me feverishly.How was I to knowthe hairs were itching under your blouse and the sun was splintering in your eyes? in so many ways! But I'm here to relieve stress and strife. The birds are singing again For just driving straightforward might be my way out. I was driving home after a fight with my boyfriend. Is that vitamin C Even though the storm is raging right now, famous poet Maya Angelou once said, Every storm runs out of rain.. Sounds and sights I'd never heard or seen. and rested and exercised Do you know how you're feeling? >> Simon Armitages allusion to Meghduta is immensely effective and topical in his poem Lockdown. And mischievous miss-doings Some sweet solace we might find. >> Dont Feel Glum !!!!!!!!! Some won't make the journey home. Been in lockdown with Covid 19 Probably the first poem of note to be written in response to the AIDS epidemic of the 1980s, this four-line poem is especially poignant because it was written by a man who would later die of the disease. so stay safe by adhering to the preventative measures, each day will pass, we will walk together One thing is for sure, we'll never be the same after this. A virus is amongst us. By providing my mobile phone number, I agree to receive recurring text messages from Save the Children (48188) and phone calls with opportunitiesto donate and ways to engage in our mission to support children around the world. Yes there is fear. As the sun warms the airs, and the rains wet its feet, Without an injection Who spent lockdown watching the telly This is a fantastic post. A lump forms in the back of her throat. There was a young farmer loved Wales This Petrarchan sonnet is included in full below: Listen, the last stroke of deaths noon has struck 6 There was an old clanger called Major, By whipping on her scrubs and gloves Homeschool and furlough To stay current and read even more children's poems that capture life during COVID-19, sign up here. Sitting on Tiny, Small and Major, Glow buzzers, and the Froglets troupe. One thing is for sure, well never be the same after this. Like preventing us shopping while nude, There once was a woman called Liza Who was shielding so home had to stay So for fun read Pep up the Day.