Gershon Wolf Poet Limerick

High-Flyin' Rock Star

Johnny Ray was a high-flyin' rock star
His songs thrilled teenyboppers near and far
   Yet Johnny wanted more
   Not some two-bit punk whore
But a woman who could pluck his guitar

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M. L. Kiser July 1, 2021 at 6:08 PM I am sure they made sweet music together. Enjoyed. Gershon Wolf July 1, 2021 at 8:56 PM She plucked. He counted the bucks. lol. :) gw

Terry Flood July 1, 2021 at 5:22 PM And there was I, expecting a euphemism. I hope she plucked his guitar with a nice steady rhythm, Gershon. Terry Gershon Wolf July 1, 2021 at 8:53 PM Me too. Kum-ba-ya and all that. :) gw

Tom Cunningham July 1, 2021 at 3:42 PM Lol, is that all he wanted her for.

Mike Gentile July 1, 2021 at 11:40 AM And you are a High Flyin' Rock Star writer GW!!! Happy Thursday! Gershon Wolf July 1, 2021 at 7:23 PM Yes, indeed. Gershon the rock star... And Donald Trump -- 'The Great Black Hope!' lol. Thanks, Mike! :) gw

Caren Krutsinger June 30, 2021 at 11:31 PM Johnny always wants more. Smile. Smile. Gershon Wolf July 1, 2021 at 7:21 PM Johnny didn't give a pluck. He just wanted... Oh, Caren! You didn't think it, did you?! Naughty, naughty! ... to make a buck. ~ Show me the Money, Honey