A January 2009 Limerick

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