The Mis-Adventures of Three Silly Boys
This is a real story. But the names have been changed to protect the innocent. LOL
BTW the leather is short for Dad's belt.
This is the fourth limerick I have written in two weeks. That's enough I think!
#2021
Popular dating site that’s how the… Common interests that's the attrac… So a week after then, first date w… Both hoped the initial interaction Will be pleasant, friendly, enjoya…
Just for Laughs We’re amidst a drought Save water, shower next week Make it really quick Save it for a cup of tea
He could taste the salt in the air As they walked by the frothy sea It was so cold but they didn’t car… Her face is all that he could see They hugged tightly to keep warm
Gentle almond eyes Thick silky hair lustrous sheen Lovely flawless skin Porcelain goddess Yet fire and warmth in her eyes
The sun has set; it’s time to let… And the moment’s come to bid farew… To slights that in our hearts dwel… To anger and hurt; for it is after… Tomorrow’s the future, it’s a fres…
When I was a young teen, she was… She knew all about me, because I… Knew all my skeletons, on her I c… Ain’t my sweetheart, just a really… As always, life intervenes, and we…
Vintage models we are; some of us… We move with caution, lest somethi… (Except those among us, the health… For spare parts unavailable, or ha… Yes, old we are; we’re yesterday’s…
I’m here for the long haul, yes,… The day after forever, here I’ll… I’m in for the rough times and the… In laughter or in tears, you’ll se… My love I pledge not just on sunn…
In the twilight of my life I’ve more yesterdays than tomorrow… I reminisce about the past And recall moments of joys and sor… I think about my days of youth
All the talents that we have been… From His bounty, gracious and ove… Bury them not underground to lay f… Let them light the sky, bright and… The third steward; let us not emul…
Dream about eternity Be excited about heav’n A place that’s full of beauty Where there’s no sorrow nor pain Atop the hill the city
Face of an angel Her looks melt his lovesick heart Throbbing just for her Roses are ashamed to bloom When around her crimson lips
Scent of cinnamon in the air Pumpkin spice and vanilla too Sensory proof that autumn’s here..… Out the window what lovely view Freshly cut hay in amber field
she reached across the bed, but he’s gone! a dark feeling embraced her, but the deepest sadness too... her spirit’s broken
She’s my butterfly princess From the day that she was born Over fifteen years ago She’s my sunshine every morn Lovely lady she now is