Just a little limerick I wrote earlier today on twitter.

once was a hungry old strumpet
went feasting on butter and crumpet
but eating too much
from softest a touch
with flatulence playing a trumpet
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February 6, 2013
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Poor guy !!!
Or gal, strumpet is usually a woman, but there is probably a poor guy somewhere.
There once was a circle of strumpets
who’d gather for butter and crumpets
just to be rude
they’d lay in the nude
and diddle each other with trumpets!
Ha… long time since I wrote my original limerrick
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Love it!
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Ha ha ha! Niceone indeed 🙂