John Smith Poet Limerick

Shapely Legs

Those oh so shapely legs give me fits.  
I would die just to see where they quits.  
I can't but fantasize 
'cause I know that the prize 
lies close by, up front near where she sits.  



*Adapted from a Limerick by 'Anonymous.'

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Elizabeth Wesley October 21, 2011 at 9:35 AM When I need to smile I know where to come. Now write one about battered legs that look like kegs! Hugs to you. John Smith October 21, 2011 at 11:08 PM Okay, Okay; I wrote you a battered legs-kegs Limerick. It doesn't make a lot of sense, but best I could do.

Jack Horne October 15, 2011 at 2:50 PM LOL, good one, John. You fed a man and patted his head? And then he bit you? Just joking - I know what you mean, my friend. Some people are like that

Sara Kendrick October 14, 2011 at 6:08 PM Different topic for a limerick..Thanks for stopping by..Sara

Andrea Dietrich October 13, 2011 at 9:26 AM Legs up to there. Who sang that? Nicely done, John. Is it for john's contest? John Smith October 13, 2011 at 3:16 PM Thank-you for the stop-by. It's in Madonna's, "She's Not Me." Nope, no contest. Maybe; I'll think about it.

Elizabeth Wesley October 12, 2011 at 4:49 PM Minds of men fascinate me and yours gives much to think about! Hope your curiosity is satiated. Luv, Lizzy John Smith October 12, 2011 at 5:07 PM Ha, you know us roosters; satiety's our priority. At my age, though, I'm more amused than aroused.

Prince Ekpemandu October 12, 2011 at 4:44 PM nice