A Big Rowdy Drunk

There once was a prizefighting cop named Mick
Whose two fists flew furiously quick
   He saw a big rowdy drunk
   Whose awful breath really stunk
Mick flashed his badge, then took out his nightstick

But that drunk was truly a great poet
And his whiskey-fueled lips really showed it:
   "Hey, cop, watch my lips
    As I rotate my hips
~ You're a mite light, and everyone knows it"
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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October 25, 2019 at 10:01 AM
Hmmmm Sounds to me like that drunk was just begging for that nightstick right up side the head. And then to top it off to wake up in the pokey. Nice job Gershon. God Bless, JB
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October 25, 2019 at 1:37 PM
Sounds like you've 1/2 a story in your comment, my friend: … So, when Rowdy woke up in the pokey, Sheriff Gumby was staring a hole in his night-cloaky… (Groan?!) :) gw
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October 24, 2019 at 10:44 PM
Gershon, I like this poem and the two characters Mick & Rowdy drunk. Fine fun Limerick. -Richard
Wolf Avatar
October 25, 2019 at 1:34 PM
Ha, ha: I think someone slipped Rowdy a Mickey! LOL. Thanks, Richard! Cheers, Gershon
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October 24, 2019 at 7:49 PM
quite funny actually my friend, thanks for the laughs...:) hugs
Wolf Avatar
October 24, 2019 at 9:30 PM
So glad you found these limericks funny. Great! Smiles, Gershon
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October 24, 2019 at 3:45 PM
I saw the title of this and thought....Hey Gershon wrote a poem about me. : ) This was fun my friend.
Green Avatar
October 24, 2019 at 5:04 PM
No, but I do write with one hand tied behind my back...my writing hand. : ) Just kidding. You are very welcome my friend.
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October 24, 2019 at 4:55 PM
Ha, ha. ---And now you're going to tell me that you write your poetry drunk or stoned, right?! LOL... I know when my leg's being pulled, my friend --- and hard! But please know that I value and love these comments just as much as the praise-ful ones. Thanks! Cheers, Gershon
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