Limericks

Limericks

Limericks

I am just writing this limerick
Because I’m not out getting any dick
The taste of it’s sour
And no lovely flower
It’s only a cut off ‘ol stem

For ev-er-y dollar I spend
I can hear you holler – no end!
But you do not make any sense
In love, you are aw-ful-ly dense
No longer my heart do I lend

You can’t hold me pris-on-er – No!
To be your sweet victim…Cajole!
Nor hold my girl ransom
Your planning’s so rancid
And I can not take any more!

If I am just flapping my gums
Then I must make use of my lungs
Because I can’t stand it
For you are a bandit
And I am now climbing the rungs!

If I did not contribute anything
I sure was a puppet with strings
Because you pulled every damn one of ‘em
They broke and you sure are a son-of-a…
We’ll see if my freedom will ring!

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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