Spent

There was a hot woman named Keasure who used men oft for her pleasure. She found it a thrill to take them at will. 'Til all died from giving full measure.

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/17/2016 8:32:00 PM

you did a good limerick there!

Paul Schneiter
Date: 6/20/2016 11:32:00 PM

Thanks, Andrea. For some men, death is of no consequence compared to going up and over the "mountain."

Cheryl Hoffman

Date: 6/17/2016 9:22:00 AM

Cute poem Paul! (They were probably older gents who had heart attacks!lol!):)

Paul Schneiter
Date: 6/17/2016 6:33:00 PM

Thank you, Cheryl. I appreciate your comment, and I suspect you are right. Presumably, they died with smiles on their faces. hugs xxx

Jan Allison

Date: 6/17/2016 7:35:00 AM

ha ha ha love it:-) hugs jan xx

Paul Schneiter
Date: 6/17/2016 6:39:00 PM

Hi, Jan. Thank you for your kind comment. Perhaps they took a lyric in the pop song "Always" too literally: "I'll Be Loving You, Always."