Through a lavender meadow he’ll run,
the white, black and brown spotted mule.
Hooves raise dust clouds under golden sun,
beckoning tomorrow’s fresh morning air, cool.
His eyes are all knowing, a journey never done.
To children, these galloping beasts hold a history
of unspoken treks, safe and strong - an everlasting calm.
Lashes thick and mane coarse, their strength is a mystery
mapped by lesser men, measured by hand and palm.
His gait is one of purpose, canter confident of a victory.
The most common subject of quips
Is a girl endowed with two blips
But under the covers
Gallop Pole discovers
Those girls can haul ass with their hips!
A Pole Dancer in need of a pole
Believed Warsaw might help meet her goal
When her legs were split
She found some might fit
Just as long as they stayed in the hole
For Tania Kitchen's Bawdy Limerick Contest 29.V.19
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The fly in Me gallops in the steps of (a) Be(es)
In a snowy morning shouting "let me be''
The green borders of truth melting on April's knee
For heaven is within the reach of the poor wet coulds
Which relate their last liquid secrets aloud
O man , the attic of your marrow is nowhere
Out of the dome of your eager soul