Out of thousands of entries to the Star Tribune limerick contest, here are the best

Maybe we shouldn't have been surprised by the overwhelming response to the Star Tribune's limerick contest, held in celebration of National Poetry Month in April.

After all, during a limerick craze in the early 20th century, newspapers in the United States and Great Britain held similar contests and were inundated with millions of poems from readers, as well as complaints that some editors didn't read all the entries but picked winners at random.

According to British limerick historian Doug Harris, prizes back then were pretty nice, like 2 pounds a week for life, or even a house. We offered only a humble roll of toilet paper as a prize in our contest.

Still, the entries poured in from readers, many of whom were looking for something to do while stuck at home during the coronavirus pandemic. We got about 4,000 poems in all. And, yes, we read every one.

That's how we know that you cracked open your rhyming dictionaries and got poetic about everything from toilet paper shortages to face masks to spending too much time around the house with irritable spouses, bored kids and dogs that really didn't want to go for another walk.

In choosing the winners (one grand prize and 19 runners-up), we favored those that followed the conventional limerick structure (anapestic meter with an AABBA rhyme scheme, for you English majors). We also favored poems that were funny, witty or at least wry, ideally with a punch line landing in the last line. The limerick is traditionally a humorous poem, and we could all use a laugh.

Of course, taste in limericks is highly subjective. If you think you were robbed, you have a second chance.

Here's our grand prize winner

For avoiding a premature death,

Hum a birthday tune under your breath.

Get rid of the grime,

Wash your hands, all the time,

Anne Close Ulmer, a retired Carleton College German professor from Cannon Falls, Minn., wrote about literature's most diligent hand washer.

Runners-up

The great meals my lady does serve

Are way better than what I deserve.

I eat them all but,

I have failed to flatten the curve.

John Annen, a retired air traffic control specialist from Elk River, Minn., described a common problem for many of us stuck on the couch.

While Ole and Lena stayed home,

They called Sven, as he lived alone.

It's the loudest they'd been,

Stood six feet away from the phone!

We have a new Ole and Lena joke, thanks to Matthew Choquette a software engineer from Blaine.

If corona threatens your life,

Commandment Ten could save you from strife.

Don't go out anymore

Thou shalt not COVID thy neighbor's wife.

A good pun is always welcome in a limerick, like this one by Steve Cope, a retired journalist from Bloomington.

We'd go shopping and then out to eat.

We'd choose coffee shops where we would meet.

Things were going so strong,

But now, with the pandemic, a lot of things are not turning out as expected.

In her poem, Melissa Anderson, a University of Minnesota professor of higher education from Minneapolis, recalls the good old days of February, before everything went kerflooey.

I used up my last roll today.

There seems to be no other way.

Because of the hoarders

My Waterpik's now my bidet.

Shortages have led Doug Denham, a semiretired production assistant from Minneapolis, to get creative.

In this time of the virus corona

Remember the song "My Sharona"

Sing it loud; sing it long.

And people will leave you alona.

Mike Forsberg, a retired teacher from Osseo, has a suggestion on how you can maintain social distancing.

The lack of TP makes me freak out

When I see empty shelves as I seek out

That precious commodity

I hope that the trees will soon leaf out!

Clay Gustafson, a substitute teacher from Minneapolis, says his houseplants are in grave danger, for reasons you'll see below.

Biweekly shopping has been my goal.

But social distancing is taking its toll.

While donning my mask,

"It's your wife," I said. "Put down that pole."

When she's not writing limericks, Mary Kelly Jaeger is a transportation dispatcher and part-time stand-up comic and yoga teacher from Aitkin, Minn.

We're told we must shelter at home

In public, we should not roam

But we're climbing the walls

We're starting to answer the phone.

Don Place, a 3M retiree from Woodbury, explains why more people are answering our calls.

Sartre, a thinker of note,

Took back his most famous quote,

That Hell could be found,

When alone with his TV remote.

Even a French philosopher would get blue after too much time with only his thoughts and Netflix as company, according to William Lee, a retired schoolteacher from Minneapolis.

Store stocks have rarely been leaner.

This virus has changed our demeanor.

My people I miss.

But, my household has never been cleaner!

Jeanne McNeal, a retiree from Maple Grove, found a silver lining in our current crisis.

A mosquito with no fear of DEET,

Sought a sip of my blood for a treat.

She claimed, "To alight

For between you and me are six feet."

Mosquito jokes always work in Minnesota, especially ones that employ some clever wordplay, like this one from Anne Phares, a retired civil engineer from Minneapolis.

An old-fashioned woman has found

If she uses geometry sound

She can avoid getting hurt

That measures 38 feet around.

In this mathematical limerick, Charles Crowley of Minneapolis, who's semi-retired, predicts how the pandemic might change ladies' attire.

My wife, with no ifs, ands or buts,

Was quick to make face masks for us

And when C-virus stops

For new bras to replace those she cut.

Ross Plovnick, a retiree from Minnetonka, describes a unique solution to a pandemic shortage.

Said a Black Sabbath fan from Wuhan,

(Who played their CDs dusk 'til dawn)

"If Ozzy did that,

Then I will too. What could go wrong"?

Karen Schott, a retiree from Excelsior, makes a connection between a famous incident in rock 'n' roll history and our current predicament.

Holding meetings on a computer

Instead of being a commuter

We miss face to face

For now we just hope to unmute her.

Peggy Soll, a clerk for the Bloomington School District, captured a common headache in virtual work meetings.

The word came down from the bosses:

"GO HOME! We need to be cautious!"

From a house of my own

That I would pine for the office!

Working from the comfort of home isn't all it's cracked up to be, according to Robert Sotirin, an engineer from Shorewood.

Social distancing keeps us apart,

From even those close to our heart.

Six feet is the rule,

Now others can't smell when we fart.

A good limerick is often rude, as we see in this entry by Debbie Surman of Bloomington.

Young men who dressed like a dandy

Once wooed ladies with flowers and candy.

Now for paper in rolls

And for safe sex keep 3M masks handy.