The First Date

At first sight in love with this man she fell,
on the first date she’d be out of her shell. 
He came floating with a rose,
sat beside her very close. 
Fish smell of his socks struck, she groaned, ‘it’s hell’.

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November 5, 2022
Syllable count : 10/10/7/7/10 (HMS)
Contest : A Funny Limerick-Make Me Laugh
Sponsored by : Tania Kitchin
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Flood Avatar
November 11, 2022 at 3:21 PM
Not much worse than stinking socks, Subimal. So I shall congratulate you from a safe distance. Terry
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November 11, 2022 at 3:21 PM
Subimal, cute and creative, congratulations on your winning placement!
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