I’ve had a request to move on from Haiku to Breastfeeding Limericks, or perhaps we should call them Lactation Limericks (I like the alliteration 🙂 )?
Here’s some information on how to write a limerick. Needless to say (right?), we’re going for the humorous variety and NOT the mean-spirited or pornographic.
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Here are a couple of examples from A Well-Versed Mom:
The Benefits of Breastfeeding (limerick at the end)
These limericks were posted to the KellyMom Facebook wall today. Please add your own in the comments at the bottom of this page!
My babies? They all liked the boob.
To my chest they were constantly glued.
They would nestle the mug in,
Take a sniff and then plug in,
Mom’s too lazy for food in a tube.
—Belinda Mendoza Franke
A twist like you’d see in the movies,
a young lady who hated her boobies,
a huge change of heart,
now they’re her fave part,
since she used them for feeding her newbies!
There was a young baby from Bude,
Who drank milk from his mummy’s boob.
They once went to London,
his tummy was rumblin’,
So he had a wee snack on the tube!
—Amanda Moomin McCabe
One morning a new mom said, “Hey,
My breasts are much bigger today!
Despite the IV,
That’s colostrum I see,
So we’re going to nurse anyway!”
My mommy’s boobies are best.
I cuddle them when I rest.
A wholesome snack,
From that comfortable rack,
Made me ace my intelligence test!
—Marya Kozik LaRoche
I’m growing a babe in my tummy
Who can’t wait to eat what’s most yummy
I’ll give him the best
Milk straight from the breast
And then he won’t be no dummy!
You should check out www.oedilf.com – they’re writing a dictionary in limerick form! I wrote one for “breastfed” which got read on BBC Radio 4:
We ought to feed Junior the best, Fred.
The goods are right here on my chest, Fred.
Don’t do things by halves;
Cows’ milk is for calves!
He’s best fed the best, Fred, he’s breastfed!
Through nursing I’d smile and I’d pout
Two done, one is still at the spout
He drinks and he munches
From dinners to lunches
Hope I don’t get the door with “them” out.
—Amy Skinner Cummings
There once was a baby who liked to eat,
His love for milky could never be beat,
He nursed night and day,
But the fat rolls gave that away,
It is shocking he can even see his feet.
There once was a girl named Lulu,
Who would nurse on side one then side two.
She would start on the right,
Then proceed quite all night,
‘Til her mom felt she may as well moo.
They were once two boys that loved boob
A big toddler and a wee newb
When the breasts would appear
A loud squeal you would hear
Of joy for their favorite food.
There once was a babe from the Midwest
who was born to be fed at the breast
Whether by day or by night
her most favorite sight
was of dear mama’s bare chest
—Jorie Martin Roubitchek
There once was a mama who knew it all.
Would wean baby at one, it was the right call.
But then Baby turned one,
and sure wasn’t done,
and with full term nursing in love they would fall.
There was once a pro-breastfeeding dad,
Whom formula really made mad.
“Health benefits!” said he,
“And besides, can’t you see?
My wife’s boobs would make any man glad!”
There once was a mama named Keek,
Who always went out looking chic.
She wore black while about town,
Which was good when she letdown,
And found that “the girls” sprung a leak!
I have 4 kids named Sadie, Maggie, Sam and Jake.
And my breast they all did love to take.
When my nursing days are over,
My breasts will meet hubby under the cover,
And I know my heart will ache.