Dragon Magazine used to put a couple of limericks in Dragon Mirth for a while. Here are the ones I have:
Upon drinking a Philter of Love,
An Elf suffered effects thereof.
As his head started reeling,
He looked to the ceiling.
Now he’s wedded a Lurker Above!
She though it true love she’d found,
When the handsome young centaur came ‘round.
But one roll in the hay,
And he trotted away;
He t’was only horsing around!
Mina found her new lover a blast.
Their romance kindled so fast.
But when she took him to bed,
She found him undead.
Both he and she were a-ghast!
A dour old dwarf named Fritz,
T’was burned right where he sits.
That happens, they say,
When you get in the way
Of a Dragon just as he spits!
A Wily old Wizard named Pops
Polymorphed men ‘mong the treetops
When accosted by thieves
With no tricks up his sleeves,
He would smile, and call for the copse!
A boastful young knave was a-braggin,
‘Bout the time that he bested a dragon,
And to get more attention
He neglected to mention
That the dragon was carved on a flagon.
A jester was seeking a rhyme
To placate his Lord for a time.
He joke of undead
And kept wearing his head.
A lich in line save mime.
A wyrm found a knight its hoard stealing,
Not knowing his fate he was sealing
Wyrm grimaced and said,
“It’s not killing I dread,
But the time that it takes for the Peeling.”
A nymph, one of peace’s proponents,
Never fights, but seduces opponents.
Their violence she’s quell
As if using a spell.
You should see her material components.
