Limerick: Once a Stud Stallion In Wild Mare Charge

Limerick : Once a Stud Stallion in wild Mare charge

       for Rick Zablocki
   (as promised from the horse’s mouth) 
                      
Once a Stud Stallion in wild Mare charge
Didn’t see his gear was far too large
Hit goal right smack in poke
Mare humped : It in two broke
Since then in stud-farm draws dunged-straw barge.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Delaney Avatar
May 14, 2013 at 1:15 AM
ha ha....that is the danger these stallions run but try telling them that. SuZ
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May 14, 2013 at 12:23 PM
Hi Suzanne! Welcome! Selamat Datang! Bienvenue! How right you are! It's about time stallions let the mares run this world. Look, what a mess we are in! Mares with their maternal instinct would bring up the "pony people" like their own "cuddly children". Only trouble is that the world could also - in the wrong hands - become a real "bordel", should the femmes fatales take over. Every good wish. Wignesan
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May 3, 2013 at 9:11 PM
Lol, Master of Limericks. A fine tribute to Rick, my friend. Since enjoying yours I'm trying my hand at limericks. I find them kinda difficult. No mind. I'll get there yet. My attempt along your lines: There once was a stud farm whose mare // when meeting her match was well-scared // on insertion she dipped // its pride in two snipped // bisected, he's now career-impaired. You know me: as bawdy as they come (lol). My very best to you, Poe-T. Licia :)
Wignesan Avatar
May 4, 2013 at 4:07 AM
Hey, u there, Licia! Trying to put one over me, eh? At this rate, I'll have to cede my place to you. Once again, you make me feel abashed. Very many thanks. By the by, I left a couple of notes for you about your innate talents, that is, on your "Burns stanza" and "standard Heppie "variations. Did you see them? So, my "bawdy" friend, try and up-bawdy me. Every good wish. Wignesan
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