Jerry The Limerick

He has grown, in the clinic, a beard but the stubbles are rough and much feared by the soft, peachy skin of both cheeks and her chin, she considers his hairyness weird. So she sharpened that Wilkinson blade pulled the love of her life to the shade, and proceeded to shave from the face of this brave man the hair, but she left him his beard. He had grown, near each ear in just days a small bushel of hair, like some gays, and he blamed the selection of the drugs for injection it was Medicine's modern day ways. After resting the night at his home she had run out of white shaving foam, which she meant to employ to cut braids off this boy but instead he had asked for a comb. Well, I promised to keep up to date all you poets about Jerry's fate. If you saw his new looks you would close your e-books and this forum would start a debate. I should also be honest and mention that the nurse who kept Jerr' in detention, put two rings in his nose and a ruby-red rose in his navel, with evil intention! Do not shoot me, the messenger, please! It is Jerry, who's also obese as he stole all the pies from the trays of the guys who were bedridden due to bad knees. All in all they were happy to see that his kidneys again let him pee. And they showed him the door to the street level floor thus at last our Jerry is free. Discussions are well underway, as sweet Alison showed some dismay. Now the plan is to post for the upcoming roast on this forum his current portrait. And as soon as the photo is taken we shall tie up this silly old bacon like a proper Martini or Italian linguini he'll be stirred with a vengeance, not shaken. In the end he will be once again just a poet who deserves a cool ten and to some as a teacher or a Scotch drinking creature and a member of clean-shaven men.