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Thirty Second Limerick
by Soulo Jacob BourgeauI dated a girl who was quite a shrew
her actions left me little to do
her cooking was rubbery
conversation was drubbery
she never left up the lid of the loo
03/11/2007 Author's Note: Written - litteraly - in less than 30 seconds while on the phone. I'm still on the phone, in fact. Yes, it's not a very interesting conversation and I realize 'shrew' doesn't make sense.
Posted on 03/12/2007
Copyright © 2024 Soulo Jacob Bourgeau
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/12/07 at 04:04 AM Heh.
I like it. |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 03/13/07 at 05:05 AM LOL!!! sounds like you need a real woman....LOL!!!! I enjoyed this one.. aloha to you from this side of paradise.. alisa |
| Posted by Matthew Sharp on 03/16/07 at 03:38 AM i thought maybe a shrew was an angry recluse.
witty.
maybe if you would have just peed on the toilet seat once in a while, she would leave the toilet seat up.
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