FOR ERIN THAT'S CARIN'

a set of silly limericks

by izzy ess from inverness

i met a waitress at the bar today;

she had no top or bottom, eh?

she slipped me her hand

and cued up the band

to play "say hey" on Hudson's Bay...

she took a chance and read my ode;

her name was Erin, knew the code.

She's sweeter than sugar

And syrup and bigger

on top and below her abode.

some say there,s no chance to address her;

i say there's a chance to undress her.

her secret's a blast;

her form will outlast

steve harper and his silly cooper.

farewell til the cattle will come back

to mountains in aussie's old outback;

adieu mon amour

we will take a tour

one day when the dorothy makes contact...

so, serve up those fries and those eyes

for guys who don't have a disguise;

i'll see ya, anon

when dolphins come on

to Sodom, Gomorrah for french fries!

THE END

(c) IZZY SOMMERS, MD

welland, canada

june 5, 2013