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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Dietrich Avatar
June 17, 2016 at 8:32 PM
you did a good limerick there!
Schneiter Avatar
June 20, 2016 at 11:32 PM
Thanks, Andrea. For some men, death is of no consequence compared to going up and over the "mountain."
Hoffman Avatar
June 17, 2016 at 9:22 AM
Cute poem Paul! (They were probably older gents who had heart attacks!lol!):)
Schneiter Avatar
June 17, 2016 at 6:33 PM
Thank you, Cheryl. I appreciate your comment, and I suspect you are right. Presumably, they died with smiles on their faces. hugs xxx
Allison Avatar
June 17, 2016 at 7:35 AM
ha ha ha love it:-) hugs jan xx
Schneiter Avatar
June 17, 2016 at 6:39 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."
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