by Amber Fulmer
There once was a fanciful gimmick
which Billy would use called a “limerick.”
Our Bill told a lass
who thought it was crass,
so she kicked the poor boy’s little pinprick.
The limerick is said to be raunchy
by women all stiff-lipped and staunchy.
To them it was said
by youngsters unstaid:
“Ye grannies, git down on yehr haunchies!”
For the pale girls absorbed in dark poesy
whom verses like this color rosy—
I pity your learning
and unhealthy yearnings
for I’ve never with fun found you cozy.
Of the limerick, I am a firm devotee
for regalement and snickers it guarantees.
Come join in my skit,
exhibit your wit.
I invite you to add yours below me.