An Indian beauty and nutter:
her eyelashes started to flutter,
her butt in the air
she laid it all bare,
revealing her hole of Calcutta...
Categories:
calcutta, lust,
Form: Limerick
I love a radish in the springtime!
I love a radish in the fall!
I take my car and park it,
There at the farmer's market,
And buy out every radish stall!
If there’s kohlrabi, I’ll buy a few
A tasty turnip I will not eschew,
But I love a radish when the sun’s up,
And even more when it begins to set,
But at the stroke of midnight
There’s nothing else I will bite
Cept’ for all the radish I can get.
And as for parsnips, they make me larf;
And salsify? My gosh I just might barf!
But I love a radish on my waffles,
As filling in my chocolate radish cake,
Tho’ once, while in Calcutta,
I wolfed down radish butta,
and I never will forget the belly-ache!
Categories:
calcutta, dedication, desire, food, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Aching is my heart for you
Withering my very soul.
A crack will turn me pale blue
Only you can halt the toll.
Teresa of Calcutta
Empathize for my poor sake.
Why not look at this nutter
Hoping to be yours to take.
After all, I am to blame
Killed of my wonderful good.
All I am is a failed game
Prayers to you under my hood.
Only the faithful are helped
Not because of selfishness
Of sheer gratitude for life.
By Leanne Walsh
07/07/2014 (MM/DD/YY)
Categories:
calcutta, prayer,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
There was an old chap from Calcutta,
Who bought a new wood as a putter.
‘A bogey?’ he coughed.
‘This green isn’t soft -’
And swallowed a ball in mid-splutter.
For Craig’s Golf limerick contest, 31st March
Categories:
calcutta, sports,
Form: Limerick