A Bawdy Limerick
My love gun loaded with hugs and kisses
when I pull trigger, there won’t be misses
there is no need to hide
there is no use to stride
I got you in front of my gun’s hisses.
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June 18, 2014
Form: Limerick (10-10-6-6-10)
Fourth Place win
** Based on Love’s Labour’s Lost of Shakespeare
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014
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