She’d be arrested in France though.
A rhyme can be jollyAnd breaks not when mademoiselles appall.
For a Doug or a Dolly,
Happy Tuesday back at you!
That was cute and fun.
I’m looking around for my shopworn, past warranty Thinking Cap. It was just here, last year.
Maybe I can cobble something together later on.
Very good!
Thank you for the limerick.
Here’s one, courtesy of the Eagles:
What kind of love have you got
You should be home but you’re not
A room full of noise
And dangerous boys
Still make you thirsty and hot
“Victim of Love” from the Hotel California album.
Not sure who came up with this one, but remember Ferguson Missouri?
There once was a thug named Brown
Who bum rushed a cop with a frown
Six bullets later
He met his creator
And his homies burnt down the town
Woe to the right-wing podcasters
Who bow to their left-wing slavemasters
Who pay them to feign
Support for Trump’s reign
While cleverly plotting disasters.
There once was a lady from Nantucket
She kept all her cash in a bucket
Her daughter named Nan
Ran away with a man
And as for the bucket Nan tuck it.
Joe and Jill went up a hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jill looked down to see the clown
Sniffing someone’s daughter
There was a young lady of Chichester
whose good looks made the Saints in their niches stir
one Sunday at Mass
the curve of her ***
made the Bishop of Chichester’s britches stir.
There was once a young woman named Wight
Whose speed was much greater than light.
She went out one day, in a relative way,
And returned on the previous night.