Jack Ellison Poet Limerick

Wabbit

One might think this refers to the wascally wabbit of Disney fame
But it's a Scottish term meaning being exhausted like after a bedtime game
You know when you mess up the sheets
While screeching out some joyous shrieks
Hang on, need a break, apparently my loins have been set ablaze

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Judith S January 5, 2018 at 12:54 PM I think I need to google this. I have my doubts ;) Jack Ellison January 5, 2018 at 2:42 PM Trust me... have I ever lied to you??????? NO! Would never lie to you Judith my love!!! xxx

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart January 4, 2018 at 9:59 AM Sounds more like a bunny in your briar my dear thumper <3 Jack Ellison January 4, 2018 at 12:42 PM YUP... Thumping away (I wish!!!) lol

Silent One January 4, 2018 at 9:38 AM Oh dear lol... hahaha.... Jack Ellison January 4, 2018 at 9:43 AM I know I'm much too old for this silly nonsense!!!!!

Lim'Rik Flats January 4, 2018 at 8:08 AM I can imagine you aspire//to light some filly's fire//Then put it out//with your wee little spout//while cupid strums a lyre. FLAME ON FIRE CHIEF!!! Jack Ellison January 4, 2018 at 8:19 AM You MUST be using a rhyming source lately!!! Your lims are sensational... well anyway, really quite adequate JJ! Kudos!