Limerick Challenge Winners

            A visitor fresh from Passaic                                  
            thought "Beetlebung" sounded archaic.
            I said "It's a proper
            term for a stopper;
            dactylic instead of trochaic.

                                    By Richard Barbieri

            A skinny young girl from Aquinnah
            Was unwilling to finish her dinner
            'Til she ate a large box
            Of the best Chilmark Chocs
            And she stopped getting thinner and thinner

                                  By Gerald Hass

             It happens so often it's scary                                
            Whether we're on time or tarry                            
            We are shunted aside
            for our maritime ride
            And we're always the last off the ferry.

                                    By Eileen Maley

            There once was a gal from West Tiz                        
            Who got into the book writing biz
            With glee she killed off                                         
            Politician and toff
            At murder this gal is a wiz.
                                               
                                    By Carolyn O’Daly

            A tick from Farm Neck made a face                    
            at a rump he prepared to embrace.                      
            "You'd think it ideal,                                              
            such a plentiful meal -
            but these golfers have terrible taste."

                                    By Beth Parker

The Canada goose population
Is causing a fowl situation                       
If their eggs aren’t addled                        
We're going to be saddled
with acres of bird defecation.

By Richard Barbieri

To her mom said the girl Michaela,                    
"I met a nice boy, he's a sailor.”             
A Vineyard romance?  -
No, not a chance!
That kid's from Nantucket; a Whaler.

By David Dutton

There once was a woman from Tisb'ry              
Whose verses made light of life's mis'ry
I don't man to carp
'cause her wit was quite sharp
In fact, it could be downright scissor-y

By Andrew Hindes

In April the blossoms unfold
Pale green and sun yellow so bold
The air is fresh laundered
The birdsong is squandered
But frankly, my dear, I'm still cold.

By Eileen Maley

If you've got a thing for Menemsha;                  
if quaint little villages tempt ya;
if you long to reside
by the briny sea side,
then I've got a burnt dock to rent  ya.

By Beth Parker

Our Parson confesses she's fond
of skating on Parsonage Pond.
"It's so easy to tell
I'm in heaven, not hell - "
There's no ice in the Devil's Beyond.

By Jonathan Revere