Here I go again. I am becoming addicted to limericks. Words and phrases keep popping into my head. If I am not careful, they could become my trademark. I am too weak to resist. They can be so delicious and tempting.
So, with that preamble in mind, here are two more to groan and giggle at.
A fine lady I know was a prancing,
Twirling and swirling and dancing.
The table I said,
Is not like your bed,
But in a pinch it’s great for romancing.
Lady Nosebum read in circles most prudent,
Spewing mangled words she thought most fluent.
Was she smart and correct,
Cause no one could detect,
That she did enjoy a vowel movement.
Enough for now. Till the next time. Cheers.
A cool cat from PV call Tigra,
Had stripes much like a zebra.
When asked why he chose,
To repose in only those,
He replied, cool cats don’t like to shiva.