Gazuntite

There was a model, a pretty young lass, She had an attitude ; was full of sass, Whenever she would sneeze, Her stomach would squeeze, And inevitably she would pass gas. One night she modeled in her very best And ate prunes and dates as a guest, On stage she strutted her stuff And you guessed it sure enough, She sneezed and had to change her dress. Her husband’s name was Billy Mcfeeny Considered by her to be a meany He told her don’t be so sad, It’s not really that bad You could have been wearing a bikini ! Written for: helping Gwendolyn giggle “ sneezing limerick contest”