Peach On the Beach

I spotted the gal laying on the beach She was quite beautiful, just out of reach So, stopping, I said hello I noticed her instant glow And, boy, did she turn out to be a peach.
written November 23, 2021 on the beach in Puerto Vallarta
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Krutsinger Avatar
November 28, 2021 at 7:13 PM
Lovely end rhymes! Not as bawdy as most limericks, but you get the idea across in a cosmopolitan way.
Hankins Avatar
November 28, 2021 at 7:23 PM
Pure fiction. If I had encountered such a gal, she would have probably said, "Get lost, you old coot!"
Wolf Avatar
November 27, 2021 at 4:48 PM
This limerick is so clear -- it bursts right through that Peach Fuzz! ~ Ty Cobb (aka 'the Georgia Peach')
Hankins Avatar
November 27, 2021 at 7:32 PM
Thanks, Gershon. I didn't know that was Ty Cobb's nickname. You learn something new every day!
Leffanta Avatar
November 27, 2021 at 10:06 AM
Georgia on your mind? Aloha!
Hankins Avatar
November 27, 2021 at 1:39 PM
Perhaps...but there are nice peaches of all sorts, Rico. Aloha to you, too!
Cunningham Avatar
November 27, 2021 at 10:04 AM
Lol, you've been people watching Tom
Hankins Avatar
November 27, 2021 at 1:40 PM
Always! Some of my greatest inspiration for writing comes from people-watching.
Allison Avatar
November 26, 2021 at 4:57 PM
lol love it Milt:-) hugs Jan xx
Hankins Avatar
November 26, 2021 at 6:41 PM
I thought you would, Jan. Thanks...fiction is so nice, you know? So much easier to deal with than fact. Flexibility, I'd say. Hugs to you!
Koplin Avatar
November 26, 2021 at 4:40 PM
Awesome Lim! You must be on vacation, enjoy the view!
Hankins Avatar
November 26, 2021 at 6:43 PM
Oh, how I did, Mark. How I did! I was amazed how much apparel (beach attire) had changed in two years. When I was last there, men were wearing the basketball shorts/trunks on the beach. This time, both men and women were wearing the briefest of bikinis. I was so busy watching I didn't have time to update my wardrobe. Oh, crap, what am I saying. At my age the bikini is unthinkable!
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