Poems About: LIMERICK

I needed the verb “oscillation”
and it came on the verge of frustration
since the word “undulate”
didn't quite fit the grade read more »

On the days that she wore a blond wig
she permitted herself just one cig.
Soon both dropped to the floor
and she shouted 'no more', read more »

There once was a young man form Middlesbrough,
Who after on a night in town,
Found his wife in bed with a Saracen,
“Don’t be jealous dear”, she said, read more »

A poet would wax quite lyrical
And whose belly was quite spherical
To the tub he jumped in
Smashing his chin read more »

On the Vancouver Nainaimo Ferry
lounged in deck chairs Lamont and Sherrie.
It was late and the hour
for their afternoon shower read more »