Floyd's Passions Boil

Floyd was having an affair with the soil
Something in the ground made his passions boil
   He dug a real deep hole
   Up popped a New York mole
She slapped poor Floyd ~ I'm not that kind of 'goil!'
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Faulkner Avatar
April 2, 2020 at 3:51 PM
Love the 'New York' mole! This makes me wonder - is Floyd a hound? (cause he sounds like one!)
Cunningham Avatar
April 2, 2020 at 1:19 PM
Haha, sounds a bit dirty to me Gershon. Tom.
Wolf Avatar
April 2, 2020 at 10:18 PM
Haha! If Floyd were a horse, he'd be a mudder. Smiles, Gershon
Laurie Avatar
April 1, 2020 at 11:50 PM
G'day Gershon … a fun twisty limerick indeed Gershon - Lindsay
Wolf Avatar
April 2, 2020 at 10:19 PM
Thanks for the feedback, L.L. ~ Gershon
Buehler Avatar
April 1, 2020 at 11:07 PM
I enjoyed this limerick, Gershon. You write them so well. Best of wishes.
Wolf Avatar
April 2, 2020 at 12:43 PM
Thanks for the compliment on my limericks, Evelyn. I 'll try to live up to your kind words. Cheers and Good Cheer! :) Gershon
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