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The Perfect Man

I need a man who'll rub my feet

And take me somewhere nice to eat.

He'll never get mad

Or make me feel sad.

He'll think loving me is a treat.

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Gert W. Knop

September 10, 2010 at 3:58 PM

Great Limerick and I do hope that you've found the right guy!!!Enjoyed your Limerick much and thank you for your kind comment!...Gert

Anthony Beesley

September 10, 2010 at 3:24 PM

well you better start gathering the parts and the peices right now and build xxx million man

Joy Wellington

September 10, 2010 at 11:46 AM

I should put a tag on mine, he is far away from me. Just so if you come across him you will know he is forever taken. LOL Enjoyed this piece. Much love, Joy (Jew)

Diane Locksley

September 10, 2010 at 11:33 AM

A foot rubber would be one heck of a find, Francine! If you do find one, let me know if he has a brother, okay? Thanks for your comments.

Wilma Neels

September 10, 2010 at 9:55 AM

Yikes Francine if you come across one send me the directions hehe Enjoyed your witty limerick, love Wilma

Joe Flach

September 10, 2010 at 9:50 AM

Rubbing the feet is easy enough // Finding a nice restaurant is not too tough // Making love a treat // Is a two-way street // But I can't promise I can do the other stuff - ;-)