Limericks and other funny tricks III
My wife's housekeeping skills are lackluster.
For getting things done, I just can't trust her.
And her oven runs way too hot,
and the sole broomstick that she's got
flies only from Salem to Custer.
I caught that crass old man on the moon
sneak a peak at my naked wife, June.
In anger, I discussed the matter
with my good friend, the mad hatter,
who said, "It's fine. He's just a buffoon."
Copyright © Rio Jansen | Year Posted 2025
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