Tuesday, February 25, 2014

685 : A Paste Limerick, or two.

Mad Kane has a weekly limerick challenge.
She provides the first line rhyme word,
The rest is up to us:


A wallpapering woman spilled paste
That trickled down south of her waist.
She explained to the guys
That while sex was unwise
She was stuck up rather than chaste.

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The tassels were held on with paste
So her nipples were nicely encased.
But the erotic effect
Had a practical defect
As her breasts drooped down to her waist.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014
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18 comments:

  1. At your age you are lucky anyone skypes with you topless.

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  2. That first one made me laugh out loud!

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  3. paste is a waste when encased round her waist ~

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  4. Smiles at both - and thank you.

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  5. Uugh! Paste. Just the thought turns my stomach.

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    1. More of a salmon and berries sort of bear?

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  6. Thanks for the smiles. :)

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  7. This is such a beautiful poem. I was moved to tears by the intense emotion and your love of the female body. Your brilliance and exciting rhetoric never fail to astound me like a waterfall gushing over the rocks into the rapids of your impressive and erudite intellect.

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    1. No dear, that's my neighbour Merle. She loves your writing and spiritual approach...would like you to come over and do a laying on of the hands for her. Namaste.

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    2. Did you let her on your computer? Mother! I'm shocked!

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    3. The other neighbourFebruary 28, 2014

      There was a nice neighbour called Merle
      Who appeared a demure kind of girl
      But while aware of the bans
      Of the laying of hands -
      She was happy to give it a whirl.

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  8. You next door neighbour Mabel
    has been spying on you
    at your kitchen table
    she said you have no manners
    eat chicken with your spanners
    pick lint out of your navel
    she thinks you're a little unstable

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    1. Yeah. That's about right. I never wash the spanners, of course.

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    2. I don't care about spanners
      I wear black stockings with ladders
      I see you're in a bit of a muddle
      we'll sort it with a sweet little cuddle
      watch out for that harridan Mabel
      she's expensive and is into labels

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    3. There are those who think it disgusting
      (Not the chook, it's stuffed until busting)
      By using your tools
      You break etiquette rules
      But the fat stops the spanners from rusting.

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    4. The lady wore stockings with a ladder.
      The image just made him go madder.
      A cuddle was appealing,
      The stockings were revealing,
      So he climbed up the ladder and had her.

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