A Club Sandwich

There once was a woman named Tracy

Who wore clothes that were a bit racy

     Till she got drunk in a club

     And was mistaken for grub

By the wolves who thought her quite tasty!




                               Timothy I. Brumley
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Bourne Avatar
June 1, 2014 at 12:17 PM
Tim, I forgot to say congrat's on your priceless title.
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June 1, 2014 at 12:14 PM
Tracy's "reception" should have come as no surprise, wearing that "number". ....Leaving something for the imagination?....the subtle, tasteful and often most alluring choice. I was at the cinema during the time in question. A lady with "big" hair, sitting directly to my front, is my alibi. After a few, heated verbal exchanges, I switched seats. They were having a retro presentation of "Gone With The Wind" in the restored, 35mm print. Amusing write, Tim. Gene. " ....Amusing, Tim. Gene.
Wesley Avatar
October 1, 2011 at 10:33 PM
Love your limericks Tim - you have the humor to take them places.
K. Avatar
July 23, 2010 at 10:23 AM
oh my goodness!! poor racy Stacy!!! yiikes-- but still had a laugh out of this one, very nice Timothy-- nikko :)
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July 15, 2010 at 7:54 PM
ouch !! poor Stacy,, but i can view this from two point of views ,, but i'll stick to the one where she got lost in the woods...and eaten by wolfs..enjoyed,..p.d.
Dietrich Avatar
July 14, 2010 at 10:07 PM
Hey, this reminded me of True Blood. Do you watch that HBO show about vampires. Now they have werewolves in their own bars and they get pretty wild and attack the pretty ladies!
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