Let There Be Limericks: We Three Kings
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King Midas' greed for riches was such
That everything turned to gold in his clutch.
As did his daughter one day
When she got in the way.
Much better for her had they not kept in touch.
The Camelot tale is a wonderful fable,
And King Arthur and knights were all equally able,
But had trouble deciding
Just who was presiding
When no one could sit at the head of the table.
The Emperor (the one with the new clothes)
The vain emperor was pleased, as he gazed in the glass,
At how well his new trousers conformed to his ***.
The fabric, so sheer,
With one crease in the rear,
And the "zipper" in front, though demure, was pure class.
Copyright © Jim Slaughter | Year Posted 2018