Treasure Island

Bri Edwards


Panties Showing.... [limerick...so it's SHORT! ; peeping O'Reilly? ]


Her silk panties showed when she bent over...
to search the lawn for a four-leafed clover.
She caught the nervous eyes....
and caused the lustful sighs...
of a nearby, panting, Irish rover.

(September 18,2013)

Submitted: Wednesday, November 20, 2013

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i would NEVER look! :) but i do have a little irish blood in me.

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  • Susy Evelyne (11/21/2013 12:39:00 PM)

    This is very much in the style of The Two Ronnies. Have you heard of them in the USA? 'Down in the barn where the candlelight flickers....'(guess the next line!) . Like the way you brought in the four-leaved clover, for an excellent rhyme. (Report) Reply

  • Noreen Carden (11/21/2013 9:29:00 AM)

    Like i said in my message you cheeky [cheeky ha ha] brat You always make me smile.Well done. i gave it a ten.
    We need people who make us smile (Report) Reply

  • Is It Poetry (11/20/2013 4:22:00 PM)

    Such honesty makes me smile
    while just yesterday I was in a patch of clover
    searching as you so discibed.... iip (Report) Reply

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