Jen was making a new potion She put her plan into motion Once everything’s mixed She said her small spell Oops, She used too much newt lotion
By Mother Combs12 months ago in Poets
April had a bulldog named Slim She bought him after dating Jim She gave Slim the best She failed that dog’s test Because he roamed to live with Kim
My dogs addicted to sour lemons A curious sniff, a cautious lick, A moment later—oh, too quick! The taste is sharp, the sting is real,
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
One kiss, or maybe two; one big hug out of the blue. One gift, one flower, left at your desk during lunch hour. I'm excited, as you can tell;
By Alex Torres12 months ago in Poets
Pete used to be married to Pat But she left him, taking their cat Now he sits alone Eating abalone All while wearing his cheap top hat
Kelli has issued me a dare. For me to dismiss would be rare. We aren’t being brats. The fault lies with Matt. Watch out for limericks! Beware!
there was a woman who was generously endowed the menfolk paid her to jump up and down seems the joke was on them she was really a him
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets
Mother dared me to write something more I'm ashamed, I'm a dare taker whore I will write till I'm blue I'll bet she's writing too
Oh, that cookie crunch, as well as that gooey caramel all covered in chocolate and when you take that first crunchy bite I swear I can feel my smile a mile wide.
By Mark Graham12 months ago in Poets
love stories kinda give me the ick unless in the form of limerick when the rhythm is right it's a first date kind of night
Matilda likes buttered pecans. She says they slide down easily. She never cooks them, Preferring them raw. But she thinks the shells taste funny.
love is like sticking your fingers, your wet fingers in the socket, letting it electrocute you electro— cute— you are so
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Poets
