Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Out on a Limerick



 A couple of my recent entries in the Madkane Limerick-off.

   Moi?
  
   A man who was rather ill-bred,
   All scruffy and much too well fed,
   Would scream, belch and curse
   And write tasteless verse.
   And Tom was his name, so they’ve said.
  
  
   Bowling Them Over
  
   The woman who frequently bowled
   In the magazine ads of old
   In her Maidenform Bra,
   Made the guys ooh and aah.
   I bet she was brassy and bold.

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