Three Valentine Limericks - Poem by Margaret Kollmer
My Valentine, a lady de Lille
Was recently put on de pille
‘Tis said without vex
That a man Mister X
Foots de bille for de pille for de Lille.
Said Liz of her Valentine, the Bard
You are nowt but a big lump of lard.
With no sense of timing
Except for your rhyming
You always arrive en retard.
Twas on 14th of Feb. that he wooed her
And sixteen days later he booed her
She hadn’t got wine
Nor roses - the swine!
Then in only three weeks he sooed her.
Comments about Three Valentine Limericks by Margaret Kollmer
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You