September Limericks

Some guys do tell terrible lies. And some lies can be offered with fries. I can usually tell when a mademoiselle is a fibber; it's all in the eyes. Human nature is much like a fog. You grow big from a pollywog. Only fate can foresee if you're going to be a warthog or a frog or a dog. Since we're now at the subject at hand listen close and you WILL understand. Do not tackle the shrew it's his mission to screw even Alice-in-Wonderland. If you find among millions of sinners in the masses of backstabbing grinners, that one human who dares and who loudly declares only you, as your man and the winner, then you are, as you probably gather very lucky, my friend, and you slather endless love onto her and a coat of wild fur..... as you babble and gabble and blather.