Thursday, March 31, 2011

Stitching Limerick Challenge

On the 123stitch message board, there is an amusing thread using board or real life names to write limericks beginning "There once was a stitcher [named] ..."

Here's mine

There once was a stitcher, Riona,

Who used up all of her toner,

Printing freebies galore

Till she had so much more

Than anyone ought to be owner!

I thought it would be fun to invite all my readers to write one of their own and post it in the comment section, offering a $10 gc to 123stitch for the most clever entry [as judged by my husband]. Remember, limericks are defined by Google as

a humorous verse form of 5 anapestic lines with a rhyme scheme aabba

i.e., they have a definite pattern: 10 syllables/beats to the first line, 7 syllables/beats to the second line, 6 syllables/beats to third and fourth lines, 9 syllables/beats to the fifth line. The rhyme pattern: lines 1, 2 and 5 rhyme; lines 3 and 4 rhyme.


Anonymous said...

There once was a sticher in Denver,
Who stitching quietly missed the hollered “TIMBER!”
Looking up for new thread
Seeing what was above her head
Side stepping the log, thankful she was limber.
(maiitsoh; noelle at

Rosalie said...

Hello, this is my try...

There once was a stitcher from Queens,
Who invented a stitching machine,
To her disgust
the silly thing bust
and frogs were everywhere to be seen

Thanks for doing this it's really fun

Rosalie in Madeira


stitch_days said...

There once was a stitcher named Rita
Who drank a margarita
Then she put on her blog
What she did to the frog
And now she's a target of PETA

Rita E in AZ

Anonymous said...

I think I'm off on the number of syllables, but here's my limerick:

There once was a stitcher named Melanie,
Whose stash grew exponentially;
Her drawers overflowed,
Binders fit to explode,
And yet she kept stashing, naturally!

Thanks for the fun contest!
Melanie (rrowe @

BeanStitcher said...

There once was a stitcher named Linda
Who sat and watched out the winda
She had WIPS and some finishes
And her stash did diminishes
She’s a stitcher, not a poet.

Tee hee

dena said...

there once was a stitcher named dena
her garden was filled with verbena
red pink purple and white
it was a pretty a sight
now to relax at the cantina!

from 123MB

Anonymous said...

There once was a stitcher named Nikki,
Who while stitching was extremely picky;
She’d frog the stitches she hate,
Until they were perfectly straight,
Which made 3 strand projects just icky.

Thanks, Riona! These were fun.

Nikki (nbuck3 at sbcglobal dot net)

dena said...

there once was a stitcher named dena
her dreams could fill an arena
she stitched finished and stashed
she cut built painted and dashed
to make the cutest frames that you ever have seena!

not in the right syllable but it's more stitchy than my flower one!


Anonymous said...

There once was a stitcher, Swabjockey
Who's brains were just a bit rocky.
She had misplaced her mind
Her marbles no one could find
So her ramblings were all jabberwocky.


Anonymous said...

There once was a stitcher named Lori
With her stitching she tells quite a story
The colors so true
Her faves are red, white and blue
Long may she wave, ol’ glory!

Thanks Riona!

lstigall765 at yahoo dot com

Anonymous said...

There once was a Stitcher named Monique
Whose name was really Unique
‘Til she signed on the board
Three Moniques… what a horde
Stitching and French names are chic!

This was fun!

Anonymous said...

There once was a stitcher named Sandy,
who really was quite very handy.
She could stitch fairly quick
and didn't even lick,
Now isn't that just fine and dandy!

sndraptrsn at aol dot com

Anonymous said...

There once was a stitcher named Rose,
who frantically picked her nose.
Her hands touched her stitching
And she began bitching.
Why would she do that? Nobody knows.


rosemk001 @

grannystitches said...

There once was a stitcher named Daisy
Stitching using her DMC and Aida
Frogging and sticking her fingers all day made her quite crazy
Spending all nite to create a great blog
Now she sleeps all day just like a big ole bump on a log!

kim c

Robin L. said...

There once was a stitcher with scissors,
But using them gave her the shivers.
For thread was okay
But fabric a NAY!
As it gave her the shakes and the quivers.

Anonymous said...

There once was a stitcher named Thelmalous
Who had a fat cat named ScrewyBlues
He cleaned and he cleaned
He licked and he preened
But could never quite reach the family jewels!

Trinabelle said...

Here is mine...

I can't top Rita's trouble with PETA
Rarely do I drink a 'rita
Now an Irish coffee
Is a diff'rent story
Then my WIPs do become a PITA

My husband & son got in on the action, too, so I thought I would share their wonderful efforts.

Here is my husband's...

Here's a tale of a cross stitchin' Texan
She doesn't get much time for stitchin'
In her glass she pours wine
After some time she feels fine
But the WIP in hand will need fixin'

And from my 13yo son... (He's a little biased, if you can't tell.)

When Katrina stitches, her fingers fly
Her work makes all stitchers cry
Because even if they
Are all stitch and no play
They will never be as good as I

Mamasoo said...

@Linda (Beanstitcher)- your limerick made me lol!

Thanks Riona for the giveaway! This'll be fun...

There once was a stitcher named Sue
Who didn't quite know what to do...
She wanted to win,
But where to begin?
Crap! This line has to rhyme with line two‽


Mamasoo said...


There once was a stitcher named Suzie,
Her WIP was really a doozy.
Aida count was too small,
One hundred colors in all!
And those French Knots were making her woozy!

(They really do. I CAN'T do a French knot!)

Robin L. said...

There once was a stitcher named Rubyred
Who likes brightly colored thread.
She would stitch and would stitch,
But the "frog" made her twitch.
Soon the frog she came really to dread.

Robin L. (

Stitchinowl said...

There once was a stitcher named Mary,
With fingers quite greasy and hairy
Hair caught in her needle
And so did a beetle
So they told her to leave the State Fair-y.

This was fun, Riona!