The Breach
The breach of the men and the boys.
The ladies despair of such joys.
What flies off their tongue.
The phlegm, it is flung.
Both spit with an “ach” sort of noise.
3/1/2022
A New Bawdy or Humorous Limerick Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin
HMS 88558
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.