Limerick- 98. Cupid's Itch Poem by Valsa George

No doubt her love is too grueling, She is cause of the deadly dueling, But she has no alternate, Love is man’s ancient fate, Man is fire and woman is fueling.

eyes/ice............yes, i 'see' the rhyme. you are giving me 'a run for my money' **. ** give a run for money give you a run for your money to be as good at something as someone who is known to be extremely good He was a very good actor and could have given any professional a run for his money. See also: give, money, run Cambridge Dictionary of American Idioms Copyright © Cambridge University Press 2003. Reproduced with permission. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Cupid's itch? ? ? ask your neighborhood pharmacist/'chemist'. bri ;) and i like Akhtar's comment-poem. ;)

beautiful, so enjoyable to read!

Amidst a Cupid's itch, of a nasty, and of a beguiling witch, a man's is a bit of each of these. Should i say a nasty limerick, a beguiling one, or one that gives some itch? Again a bit of all. Good one.

A perfect limerick on the imperfection of man! A furtive glance will get them all worked up. Ha! Ha! Ha! Thanks Valsa.

We men are easily beguiled by beautiful eyes! But do we complain! Very sharp Limerick, Valsa.

Now that's a limerick with a bite! ! ! You never cease to amaze me with your talent! 10! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Switch, hitch, pitch! On seeing her. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.