Bob Limericks Poem by Patti Masterman

Billy was the first one to be born;
Will followed soon; the portal was torn,
And Joe was the laggart; he's lagging still,
For they all had to swallow that bitter pill:
Papa Bob had conceived them in porn.

Bill, Will, and Joe, are marked by fate:
Either came too soon, or came too late;
Born to a family, quite well known
For generations, the same family home-
And a family tree, perfectly straight.

Bill fixes fixer-uppers, with a big fat roll of tape,
And Will's the resident WD-40 expert, as of late:
With tape and lubricant, they'll fix every seeming error;
But their girlfriends seem to live in abject states of terror,
Whenever one of them runs just slightly past her date.