Piety Variety

There was a preacher named Gunn
Who kept all the ladies on the run.
He caught quite a few
And first thing he knew
The pews were full of sons of Gunn.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Rigoler Avatar
February 9, 2015 at 9:56 AM
Right on! Excellent! A prize limerick. On small suggestion, your choice: In the last line change "His" to "The." / M
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February 10, 2015 at 7:40 AM
Maurice, your words of praise have my day off to a promising start. Thank you. And thank you as well for the suggestion. I think it does improve the limerick.
Laurie Avatar
February 6, 2015 at 8:28 PM
G'day Paul... Now this is one heck of a limerick. Well written with a very witty finale. I'll be chuckling over this for a while. Thanks Paul - Lindsay
Schneiter Avatar
February 6, 2015 at 8:51 PM
Thank you, Lindsay. Your positive feedback is heartening. I'm pleased that the limerick has given you some chuckles.
Allison Avatar
February 6, 2015 at 6:23 PM
ha ha ha - love it Paul:-) Hugs Jan xxx
Schneiter Avatar
February 6, 2015 at 8:52 PM
As forever and always, thanks, Jan.
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