Tickling a Man's Funny Bone: a Tribute In Spoof

I tickled funny bones of five Souper men So I gave thought to trying it once again In the order they replied My sarcasm was applied As I gently heckled them with ink and pen First, Tom Cunningham, who "liked my collection" To femme limericks he had no objection But now it's his turn Tom, forgive the burn I heard you're headed for a house of correction Jerry T Curtis said to "keep them coming" But I think that lately he's been slumming He's all aflutter And starts to stutter When his lady friend starts his heart strumming Then there was the poet of romance, Tim Smith His sweet words of seduction are not a myth I know it to be truth Don't ask me. It's uncouth I don't kiss and tell so I'm pleading the fifth John Gondolf said my limericks made him "chuckle" His comments are always filled with honeysuckle But if he wants a date I'll have to castigate I have a black belt in the use of my knuckles "I needed smiles and giggles," said Greg Barden His poems are flowers blooming in a garden But some words are couture Fertilized with manure Now I guess I'll have to beg for Greg's pardon Gentlemen, I ask forgiveness for this spoof My humorous parodies should be the proof That I like all of you And don't mind if ya do Get even in your own limericks of reproof