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Young Courtney was much into feeling,
she liked men, even boys to be kneeling.
When a Westpoint cadet
heard her shout 'no, not yet',
he came quickly and messed up the ceiling.
From that day she has changed her demeanour,
she got prickly and also much meaner.
Then she hatched a cute plan
which declared every man
a pathetic, inedible wiener.
Then a wise man told Courtney one day
that the seat of man's brain in some way
hangs between his two legs
framed by flaccid-skin eggs
and that girls were created to play.
So she travelled in search of some action,
though herself not a real attraction,
they played poker instead,
let her go to her bed
in the hope of some self-satisfaction.
Thus you see how that honed her life skills,
she saw others who tilted at Mills.
But she only could watch
never felt a true crotch,
though the pheromones got in her gills.
In the forum and out on the street
she is scathing and lusting to beat
those who seem to be men
but again and again
she falls down and ends up at their feet.
Let me close lest it turns to obsession
I shall honour and practice discretion.
It is always quite clear
that a human's own fear
masquerades as a bold self-possession.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Ted Sheridan (9/1/2007 12:58:00 AM)
If I could I would crown you King Herbert of Limerick, because you nailed this one, well not literally but yes, lliterally nailed this one. Courtney may get one sentence of it. I wish you would move it to the forum too. This is so good! My hat is off to you Sir, as I could never write in this style and there would be no point of me trying. |
Theodora Steinbrueck-Onken (9/1/2007 12:53:00 AM)
Gotta love Your Limericks, Herbert. I needed to laugh tonight!
Thank you!
You do have a way with your words!
Brillant and funny!
Always,
Theo |
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