Robert A. Dufresne Poet Limerick

Blind Date: Love At Second Sight

She was pretty. Her long hair was yeller.
He was ugly… a balding old feller
He slurred, "ma handle be Luke,"
She gagged and started to puke,
‘till she saw the gold stashed in his cellar!

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James Fraser November 20, 2011 at 9:25 AM The Gold Diggers sure are out there Robert. Made me chuckle you have with this gem. Have a lovely Sunday :)

Poet Destroyer A November 14, 2011 at 6:22 AM Ha..I needed the smile..I can't imagine how she pucked...nor want to... For that matter..... Lol.... But, gold.talks.... It better be lots.. Yes i.would.have sighted on things around... Enjoyed..p.d

Carolyn Devonshire November 8, 2011 at 1:12 PM So funny, Rob. My hair be yeller, now where's this feller? Really enjoyed your limerick. Need just one more to close my contest with Alexa. How about it (if you haven't already entered)? Love, Carolyn

Sara Kendrick November 8, 2011 at 12:25 PM Got a chuckle...Money talks so they say and it was saying good catch of the day..Enjoyed reading your witty work...Sara Sara Kendrick November 8, 2011 at 12:25 PM Your presence at my work was uplifting..Sara

Elizabeth Wesley November 4, 2011 at 5:47 PM Hmmm, might make me take a second look! At least I got a chuckle out of it Robert, you do spin a good line! :)

Virginia Mitchell November 4, 2011 at 2:32 PM lol! There's nuthin like secon' looks ta make a gal fall in luv, fur sur' ;)

Tony Lane November 4, 2011 at 1:18 PM All of the sudden she liked shiny things. Tony