Here There Be Tygers
Last night I glimpsed a pretty limerick crudely scrawled upon a tiled wall,
in the lavatory of my favorite bar.
It was very funny,
definitely dirty,
and classy in a back-alley sort of way.
Anyway,
I finished reading it and chuckled lightly while sitting in the stall.
I realized that since I was carrying a pen,
it would be wrong not to write something in response to the bawdy poem.
So, while I finished my business I pondered what to write.
It wasn't too long before it hit me like a fist.
You see,
I had been oogling a sexy bartender all night long,
her short skirt and low cut top provoking my chemicals en masse,
And observe!
low on her left buttock and just visible when she bent over to get me another drink,
I beheld a tatto of Tigger from Whinnie the Pooh.
Surely such a beauty is worthy of tribute.
And so,
still sitting,
I uncapped my pen and wrote as a footnote for all to see:
'Here There Be Tygers'
Copyright © Geoffery Mchugh | Year Posted 2009
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