I'd wanted a boob job for years
Loud moaning was all my hub's hears
Neath the tree there's a voucher
Soon I won't be a sloucher
Hubs thoughtfulness brought me to tears
His present was such a fab gift
Boob implants and a full face lift
Now blokes ogle and stare
You should see hubby glare
This present has now caused a rift
Next year on our pine Christmas tree
A voucher for more surgery
With huge boobs I was cursed
I'll have the op reversed
Not all gifts will make you happy
FICTION POEM FOR CHRISTMAS LIMERICK CONTEST
Sponsored by Alexis Y
12/04/20
Streetlight buttercups
Cluster in the big city cloud.
Morning hungry bear, a great grey sloucher,
Frowning at the houses, scratches at the walls.
A plague of raindrops plunges down,
Cruel and malevolent, pecking at people and cars.
Out of the misty dampness, umbrellas grow quickly,
And small children float by.