Caren Krutsinger Poet Limerick

My Bawdy Great Aunt Norma Bea

She was the bawdiest gal, they said.
Her eyes were green, her hair was red.
There were rumors of course
She rode nude on her pet horse
But we never knew her, for she was long dead.

You’re luckier for it, they told me.
She lived to be age eighty-three
She had a hankering 
For all kinds of pankering
She was my Great-Aunt Norma Bea

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Ken Rone April 23, 2021 at 9:03 AM And ahat became of Auntie Ae and Antie Cee? Caren Krutsinger April 23, 2021 at 5:51 PM They need their own limericks

Ann Gilmour January 14, 2020 at 4:17 AM My hair was red my eyes are brown, but I never rode nude around the town, hahaha, I love the sound of Auntie Bea who had a hankering for all kinds of pankering... Wow what a character Caren. With kindest thoughts Ann xx Caren Krutsinger January 14, 2020 at 7:52 AM I made her up in my imagination based on how I plan to give everyone a really good look at me before I go.

Gershon Wolf January 12, 2020 at 10:38 PM Anne of Arc, I heard tell, LOL. Norma be Nude! She must have lived in a 'horse-house!' -- Gershon, time to go to bed... Goodnight George...Goodnight Graczzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzie ~ Burns and Allen, may they rip! Caren Krutsinger January 13, 2020 at 5:28 PM I laugh at this comment.

Ts Poetry January 12, 2020 at 9:33 PM Quite the lady lol Caren Krutsinger January 13, 2020 at 5:28 PM Grin. Grin.