The Lace and the Limerick
The lace was beginning to split
from years of doing the splits.
It grew ever wider
till deep down inside her
she knew it was time to call quits.
She wanted to buy a new pair,
but customers started to stare.
She felt a soft breeze
just south of her knees
as atheists said a quick prayer.
April 22, 2020
Limerick Contest
Janice Canerdy, sponsor
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