Mike Dailey Poet Limerick

You Get the Rub

They say in the Bedouin camp
The Geanie is really a scamp
Sure, he’ll grant you wishes
Of romance or dishes
As long as you’re rubbing his lamp

When I read this story I knew
That none of the story rang true
For I had an uncle
And he had this furuncle
That he said would grant wishes too

But according to my loving Aunt
The only thing that thing would grant
Was a wrist with a sprain
Then she tried to explain
I’d go on but I really can’t

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Poet Destroyer A June 7, 2012 at 7:05 AM Good morning,Mike i really do enjoy your poem, have yourself a lovely day~ALWAYS *PD

Painted Hunter June 6, 2012 at 8:37 PM Oh my gosh! So funny, man.

Joann Grisetti June 6, 2012 at 2:19 PM I never read a series of limericks before, so this is a new form. i like the way you have combined these to tell a story.