Gershon Wolf Poet Limerick

He Danced Irish Jigs

There was a quick wit who needed a gig
When his jokes fell flat, he danced Irish jigs
   But one night he was so drunk
   He kicked up a breeze that stunk
It seems 'quick-wit' zagged when he should have zigged

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Kenneth Cheney November 3, 2020 at 2:02 PM Ah, too much of the drink, has caused many a wit to go zaggy.

Caren Krutsinger November 3, 2020 at 4:10 AM Oooh.............I am still trying to get over the "breeze that stunk". Great limerick my friend. Gershon Wolf November 3, 2020 at 1:48 PM This limerick was a 'breeze to write.' :)

Beryl Edmonds November 2, 2020 at 12:27 PM The quick wit who’s jig went sadly amiss, Put on a kilt to do an Irish jig, He kicked up his legs, Forgot he’d no kegs, With his jiggery bits, the crowd were in fits.

Tom Cunningham November 2, 2020 at 5:07 AM Haha or honked when he should have hinked lol. Tom Gershon Wolf November 3, 2020 at 1:48 PM You and I have replaced the 'honky-tonk' with the 'hinky-honk!' ~ Mick Jagger ('Honky-Tonk Woman')

Alexis Y. November 1, 2020 at 6:39 PM Lol! Gershon, This is hilarious. I could just picture the scene:-) Alexis Gershon Wolf November 2, 2020 at 5:24 PM Very good. Glad you like even limericks I write that stink. lol. Thanks, Alexis. :) Gershon