| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 8/28/2007 6:07:03 PM | I live in a hundred year old house
Occasionally visited by a mouse
Got rid of the huge claw foot tub
With three men I can't rub a dub
With my new shower I will have to douse | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 8/29/2007 7:05:47 AM | Come to moi if you feel like a wreck
I'll begin gently massaging your neck
then by gosh and by goll'm
go down your spinal column
to whatever's needing kneading - what the heck? | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 8/29/2007 9:55:41 PM | Hortense you're funnier than heck
But you'd make a mess out of my neck
My trouble is the lower back
Kneading would put me off track
I 'd turn into Le miserable wreck | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 8/31/2007 8:45:00 AM | Hey is there anyone out there. come on guys I miss you!
Eye Guy are you still out there?
Are you hiding from me today
Or have you nothing to say
That would be a shame
This site wouln'd be the same
Without your crackeling humorous way | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 8/31/2007 3:30:35 PM | Still seeking a little bit of romance
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
If I didn’t go there again
But I would have had to miss the dance | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 9/6/2007 3:41:29 PM | A bright young fellow named Bee-Bee
Wanted to wed a girl named Phoebe.
Then he said, "First I must see
how much is the wedding fee”
Be before Phoebe be Phoebe Bee-Bee | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 9/7/2007 4:18:50 AM | E-mail massage . . . for andance
I would most gently begin at your neck
Work the spine to where there's a wreck
Having purred at my kneading
For more you'd be pleading
But you'd sing an' dance in just over a sec.
BUT . . .
I'm sure you'd have had a good laugh
The night I climbed into the bath
I couldn't get myself out
No one to hear my shout
Next time I'll take a hydraulic lift, a step ladder, two hefty bouncers, a set of pulleys,
. . . or maybe just employ a whole domestic agency staff. | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 9/7/2007 7:37:20 AM | I just spend five thousand bucks
Because the clawfoot bathtub sucks
I got into it Ok
Getting out, no way
Slip sliding away for a half Hour no lucks
Here came bathfitters to the rescue
We'll take your money Honey dew
Wow the shower is nice
Lower bath tub was wise
I am no longer black and blue | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 9/8/2007 5:14:55 AM | Slip Sliding Away's exactly the right measure
when bath time becomes less than a pleasure
it's a pity the bruises
have no other uses
like gaining some accident insurance treasure | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 9/8/2007 9:23:40 AM | I am both richer and poorer
The money slip slides thru my hands
Visited Alaska, Oregon and other lands
Now I start saving my money
Cause I am a traveling honey
To British Isles, Hawai with family and friends | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 9/11/2007 4:00:00 PM | There was a sweet lady named Hortense
Who got on ever so well with the prince
Was it the way she would stare
Or the smell of her hair
Or the way she would dance for the audience
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 9/11/2007 5:30:44 PM | There once was a machinist named Rick
He was born with a corkscrew shaped - - - - -
His entire life was a futile hunt
Looking for a lass with a corkscrew - - - -
When he found her his face turned red
Damn if it be... she was a left hand thread | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 9/13/2007 5:13:48 AM | Eyeguy, Hortense bows to you sir,
For all the warm feelings you stir,
She'd dance in the nud
If she found the right stud,
But would prefer a slow pas de deux.
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 9/13/2007 8:58:09 AM | Hi Eddie an' Andanotherdance: Smiles
There was a young man so benighted
He never knew when he was slighted
He would go to a party
And eat just as hearty
As though he had been really invited.
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 9/14/2007 4:12:13 AM | Andance - many heartiest happy returns
With many a delightful party turn
You can save on the light
With all the candles so bright
But make sure your cake doesn't burn | |
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| Limericks....us Irish aren't too good a poetry
Posted: 9/14/2007 9:50:13 AM | Catching up....
Pas de Deux is French for "Step of Two"
How did you know I knew that too
With a partner she can jump higher
Higher and higher like a circus flyer
Do you want to try that, me and you | |
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