The woman who dreamt of a spider
Awoke to find it inside her
With a scream and a yell
she thought, " oh! what the hell"
Eight hands, oh my! what a provider
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There once was a myth wid a lisp.
She made brownies wid a wide whisp.
Leaving chunks, she swore,
the batter she wore,
this myth burnt the batch to a crisp.
Ignoramus in art, you'll say of me.
I've tried hard, but still
can't see
that Mona Lisa's mystic smile
known to bewitch folks
even from a mile!
Seems she parts her lips daintily
to let a hiccup out
gracefully
or a vulgar burp, hyperacidity,
or hide nicotinic teeth
artfully.
None in her mouth's coy symmetry
remotely resembles
a mystery.
Could it be dental deformity?
Y'see I took up ortho-
dentistry.
When they’re “preggers,” some females feel fickle
And their "fancy" just some foods can tickle.
I (instead) ate and ate.
Dang it. . . How much less weight
I’d have gained if I’d craved only pickles!
For P.D.'s Contest:
Pickles & Tickles "Limerick"
Ignoramus in art, you'll say of me.
I've tried real hard, but now I still can't see
that Mona Lisa's mythic, mystic smile,
known to bewitch folks even from a mile!
Seems to me she parts her lips daintily
to let out a half hiccup gracefully
or a vulgar burp, hyperacidity,
or hide nicotinic teeth artfully!
Nothing there in her mouth's coy symmetry
remotely resembles a mystery.
Maybe she's got dental deformity.
Y'see, I took up ortho-dentistry !
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