The Final Fly By
Clyde stood 'neath the mistletoe coy and shy,
Itching for a kiss from gals passing by.
Behind their hands they tittered,
As by him they all skittered!
Seems the zipper was undone on his fly!
Entry for Carolyn Devonshire's "Christmas Limerick" Contest
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2018
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