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Viper · M
Kisses that excite, both parties
Thinkerbell · 41-45, F
@Viper
There once was a viperish smarty,
Who admired the goddess Astarte.
He said, "I like kisses
From sexy young misses
Of kinds that will turn on each party." 😏
There once was a viperish smarty,
Who admired the goddess Astarte.
He said, "I like kisses
From sexy young misses
Of kinds that will turn on each party." 😏
Viper · M
Thinkerbell · 41-45, F
@Viper
"Astarte's bediamonded crescent
Distinct with its duplicate horn." (Ulalume, by Poe)
Thank you. 😌
"Astarte's bediamonded crescent
Distinct with its duplicate horn." (Ulalume, by Poe)
Thank you. 😌
Darina · F
@Thinkerbell There once was a lady from Guam,
Who said, "Now the sea is so calm
I will swim, for a lark;"
But she met with a shark.
Let us now sing the ninetieth psalm.
A fellow named Teddy Magee,
Rolling homeward one night from a spree,
Met the parson, who said,
"Ah! drunk again, Ted!"
"Sho’ am I, parson,” gurgled Magee.
Who said, "Now the sea is so calm
I will swim, for a lark;"
But she met with a shark.
Let us now sing the ninetieth psalm.
A fellow named Teddy Magee,
Rolling homeward one night from a spree,
Met the parson, who said,
"Ah! drunk again, Ted!"
"Sho’ am I, parson,” gurgled Magee.
Thinkerbell · 41-45, F
@Darina
But the lady from Guam was too smart
To be caught by the shark, from the start.
She said, "I swim faster
Than sharks, or disaster
Would surely ensue; want no part." 🤭
But the lady from Guam was too smart
To be caught by the shark, from the start.
She said, "I swim faster
Than sharks, or disaster
Would surely ensue; want no part." 🤭
Darina · F
@Thinkerbell There once was a corpulent carp
Who wanted to play on a harp,
But to his chagrin
So short was his fin
That he couldn't reach up to C sharp.
There was a young lady of Crete,
Who was so exceedingly neat,
When she got out of bed
She stood on her head,
To make sure of not soiling her feet.
There was a man in Atchison,
Whose trousers had rough patchison ;
He found them great,
He'd often state,
To scratch his parlor matchison.
Who wanted to play on a harp,
But to his chagrin
So short was his fin
That he couldn't reach up to C sharp.
There was a young lady of Crete,
Who was so exceedingly neat,
When she got out of bed
She stood on her head,
To make sure of not soiling her feet.
There was a man in Atchison,
Whose trousers had rough patchison ;
He found them great,
He'd often state,
To scratch his parlor matchison.
Thinkerbell · 41-45, F
@Darina
The last of these old limericks is not a true limerick... the meter is iambic (diDAH diDAH...) instead of anapestic (didiDAH didiDAH...). Suggested revision, to bring it into line:
There once was a fellow in Atchison,
Whose trousers had many rough patchison;
He found them just great,
And he'd often so state,
For scratching his cigarette matchison.
The last of these old limericks is not a true limerick... the meter is iambic (diDAH diDAH...) instead of anapestic (didiDAH didiDAH...). Suggested revision, to bring it into line:
There once was a fellow in Atchison,
Whose trousers had many rough patchison;
He found them just great,
And he'd often so state,
For scratching his cigarette matchison.
Darina · F
@Thinkerbellthat's good ... but we live in a different world
Thinkerbell · 41-45, F