She was lovely and lacking in warts, <br />wore no straps and no wire supports. <br />She could be a mirage <br />or angelic collage <br />and she met him in well-fitting shorts. <br /> <br />When the various wrappers unpeeled <br />it was clear and distinctly revealed <br />that her velvety skin <br />would be somewhat akin <br />to an exquisite treasure concealed. <br /> <br />She took hold of his slightly wet hand <br />and they wandered across the great land. <br />Now and then they would kiss <br />well, you know how it is <br />and he nursed a big ache in his gland. <br /> <br />Being bright she discovered his plight, <br />and suggested his pants were too tight. <br />So she opened his fly <br />and the felon said Hi <br />then they settled and stayed for the night. <br /> <br />Under pines and the eyes of the Moon <br />they held hands and she sang him a tune, <br />then they fumbled a bit <br />leading up to a hit <br />and she told him to use a balloon. <br /> <br />He strapped on a balloon and it stayed <br />but his felon was more than dismayed. <br />All the joy had been cut <br />and her beautiful butt <br />was so close and with pleasure displayed. <br /> <br />She saw grief and chagrin in his eyes <br />so to please him meant not to be wise, <br />they pulled off the balloon <br />threw it straight at the moon <br />and they whispered a few little lies. <br /> <br />It was later, some weeks had passed on, <br />when they watched little hooligans spawn, <br />He said let us soon pick <br />a most suitable stick <br />and let's call him our little croissant. <br /> <br />Sixty fish had gone over the dam, <br />they were quick and they swam and they swam, <br />In the end, one small fish <br />got his uppermost wish <br />and croissant simply said: Here I am. <br /> <br />Thus, the moral is simple to grasp, <br />it's no use to say OH and to gasp. <br />Leave unguarded the gate <br />it is often too late <br />if your felon ain't wearing a clasp.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-january-2009-limerick/
