I was trying to narrow our contest entries down to the top five or so, but I just couldn't decide. I read them again, and again, and I just couldn't do it.
So, I decided to make all of the entries the "top"entries, because they're all so good.
And now here's you chance to pick your favorites. Please review them all, and when your done, leave a comment listing your TOP THREE favorite limericks.
Voting will end at Midnight Pacific Time tonight, the votes will be tallied and tomorrow we'll announce the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place winners, and reveal who the authors are.
ENJOY! Thanks for playing along! And thanks to all of our awesome poets who entered the contest.
Entry # 1
There once was a cat named Charlene
Who kept herself wonderfully clean,
Fostered kittens galore
Who all did adore
This cat that was born to be Queen!
Entry # 2
An empty small basket in red
Was magic some people have said
Seeming not to have limits
It gets stuffed full of kittens
And the cute is too much for my head
Entry # 3
In a little red basket they sit
Warm and cozy they certainly get
Little kittens will stuff
Every ounce of their fluff
It’s a wonder that everyone fits
Entry # 4
A floofy young beauty named Bean
Loved each kitten she’d ever seen
She nurtured and taught
Them all that she ought
And she kept all those kits squeaky clean
A lady cat, her name? Geraldine!
Her wonders, they numbered umpteen.
Her tail, so stupendous,
Her floof, so tremendous!
Rivaled only by one: Charlene.
The Suprenant sisters were all the rage,
their beauty enhanced by a stage.
They answered their phone
without so much as a groan
they went on a rampage!
There lives a pair of kittens Nigel and Mimsey
who became British agents on a whimsy.
They run down the halls
and attack sparkle balls,
then take vacations by the sea
Go to your Humane Society
For cats in a wide variety.
Too sweet to be true,
Adopt one or two
They give love unconditionally
There once was a kitten named Bibi
A tabby lass and exceptionally teeny
O’er the couch did she rule
And I’d pity the fool
Who’d cross the girl just cuz she’s weeny
There once was a kitty so floofy,
Her physique could look downright poofy!
Her name is Charlene,
And of kittens she’s queen,
She loves all their antics so goofy!
There once was a kitty named Bean,
Who for wrangling kittens was keen.
She would watch them at play,
All night and all day,
And ponder what could it all mean.
There once was a kitty so wise,
A nanny in soft fur disguise.
A paw she would lend ,
For sweet kittens to tend,
And watch with her pretty crossed eyes.
Come, children, I’ll tell you a story
Of a magical hero named Laurie
She saves kittens’ lives
by the threes, fours and fives
without ever accepting the glory
It is told throughout the whole land
how they thrive with a touch of her hand
(Or she brings in Charlene,
the Esteemed Butterbean,
and those kitties will grow on command!)
So let’s all raise a glass of Bourdeaux
To the incredible Laurie Cinotto!
have many more raves
For the kittens she saves,
I think I have run out of rhymes, though.
The Dearborns, a diverse and sweet flock,
Were discovered one day in the sheet rock.
We thought there were four.
But wait, there’s one more!
Who’s there? It’s Phoebe, knock knock!
Ode to Zelda Lamm
There was a small cat in Tacoma
That slept like a Lamm in a coma
Though she was called Zelda
The second we held-dah
We knew we’d love her in our home-ah.
There once was a cat called Charlene
Or perhaps she preferred the name Bean
Whatever her name,
Small kittens she'll tame
In Finishing School, Bean is queen!
The kittens of ibkc
Take fundraiser phone calls with glee!
Your pledge they will take
And good use they will make
Of donations for kitties in nee(d).
There was a grande dame named Charlene,
Who loved to keep itty bitties clean.
She’d wash out an ear,
And spruce up a rear,
And spit-shine up all in between!
Working these phones, said Cedric, sucks!
Tisn’t a job for a precious tux!
Ruddy leapt at the chance
Sherman started to prance
And in marched more Marmies and ducks!
There is a sweet cat named Charlene
Who keeps foster babies so clean
The kittens want nursing
Charlene starts a-cursing
“No Butter or cream from the Bean!”
There once was an Easterbrook kitten,
With moves that made us all smitten.
On white toes he would dance
Or should I say prance?
For dear Thurston this limerick is written.