Jeff Kyser Poet Limerick

Tune Averse

A whistler went outside to play;
He got a bit carried away.
While playing his whistle,
He fell in some thistle;
I heard that thing three miles away!

A young whistle maker's gone daft!
Seems he lost it while honing his craft.
He upset his chances
For further romances
When he drilled the note holes in the shaft.

A buxom young whistler, all that,
Found her whistle impeded by fat.
She had liposuction
And an ample reduction,
But now she's a little bit flat.

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Kenneth Cheney March 11, 2022 at 8:46 AM Outstanding limericks here. I think you nailed the tune.

L Milton Hankins March 10, 2022 at 7:03 PM Superb limericks, Jeff. You have a real gift with this form, of course. They rhyme and flow perfectly. I have such a time with them!

Leo Larry Amadore March 10, 2022 at 6:56 PM Very good limericks, indeed.

Gershon Wolf March 10, 2022 at 4:27 PM Sharp penning, Jeff. Esp. that last stanza. Write on! ~ Gershon Jeff Kyser March 10, 2022 at 4:59 PM thanks, we're actually making tin whistles (well, my son-in-law is) at my barn, so there's at least a small connection here :-)