My entries from last week's Madkane Limerick-off
Immodest Proposal
The mosquito wore a loud tie.
I suppose you want to know why.
In the swamp dark and damp,
It flashed like a lamp:
“Looking to mate? I'm your guy.”
’S Wonderful, ’S Avarice
Matilda was trying to tie
The knot with a very rich guy.
But the tycoon, Larry,
Did not wish to marry,
Put off by the greed in her eye.
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