Jack Ellison Poet Limerick

My Sheltered and Cultured Upbringing

Well, well, well, well, this is the story of four holes
How's that for a real grabber my merry old souls
Ear holes, nostrils, and mouth
And one other a little bit further south
My sheltered and cultured upbringing won't allow me to utter it! A––––––


© Jack Ellison 2015

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Carol Eastman November 28, 2015 at 1:19 PM Wow! Leave you alone for a while and you go Butt A-- wild... LOL... Been busy with my son... He's giving the Trolls all sort of crazy ideas... He and they are getting in more trouble than I can chase with a stick! And Yes! I am chsing them with a stick... LOL... Kids! Jack Ellison November 28, 2015 at 6:12 PM Sorry... Miss Eastman! Would you accept my apology if I promise to be good! LOL xxx

Tim Smith November 25, 2015 at 3:00 PM Does it start with an A? I thought it was B....the other hole, not where we go pee...hear it's out back...ain't that right Jack....It's not hard to say, you see Jack Ellison November 25, 2015 at 5:32 PM It's A if you use the full name and not the abbreviation!!!

DM Babbit November 25, 2015 at 8:40 AM I've uttered that word more than I'd like to say. LOL Jack Ellison November 25, 2015 at 12:13 PM Haven't we all! LOL