The inspiration for this blog post comes from www.littlefivers.com. This site seems to present a continuous assortment of interesting Top Five lists, except that the lists aren’t limited to five. For example, consider The Top 9 Limericks about Elvis (Part 1) and The Top 8 Limericks about Elvis (Part 2). These ran back-to-back in early January 2006. If you want to see the complete rankings and the authors’ names, click on the links above. I found seven of the Elvis limericks interesting and thought they would work better with a picture below each one.
There once was a redneck named Elvis,
Who had a disordered pelvis.
It shuddered and shaked,
And often would quake,
But Sun Records sure knew how to sell this.
On “Ed Sullivan,” he took them by storm
And upset the world’s perceived norm.
When he curled up his lip
And swiveled his hip,
He made all the girls feel quite warm.
There once was a man called the king.
He could act, play guitar and could sing.
All the woman would moan,
For that Hound Dog’s bone.
Till he died on the throne, the poor thing.
In Vegas, they’re quite an attraction.
Flying Elvi give the crowds satisfaction.
To honor the king,
In their white jumpsuit thing.
Hey, it beats Lisa with Michael Jackson.
Under the thumb of Colonel Tom Parker,
Elvis’ life grew only darker.
By the Colonel’s demands,
He would play at the Sands,
Dressed up as a carnival barker.
A King is born from the mist.
Wise men wonder, “Whose child is this?”
Stand up and be saved!
All ye poor and depraved!
Turns out, he’s from Tupelo, Miss.
I still don’t believe that he’s dead.
Could he really have croaked on the head?
Hey, maybe he’s not!
No proof have I got!
This thought helps me to sleep when in bed.
The King was oft heard to utter,
“I want ‘nanners on fried peanut butter!”
But it left greasy stains,
Clogged up all his veins
And caused his heart to flutter
Elvis drove a large, bright, pink Caddy.
Popping pills and smoking a fatty.
Wearing suits that were white,
He shot his TV one night.
He was the original pimp daddy.
The seven limericks above came from the LittleFivers website. I thought I could do better, so the next three are my attempt to do that.
The boy from Memphis could sing,
Soon girls called him “The King.”
He died too young,
The last song was sung,
But the fans kept doing their thing.
Elvis made a lot of dough,
Didn’t keep much of it though.
Came off the top, you know.
There once was a singer named Elvis
Who sure could shake his pelvis.
This has to end.
We can’t pretend,
That some other word rhymes with Elvis.
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