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limericks

^{IT’S ALMOST SUMMERTIME}

^{by izzy ess of meaningless}

A lovely young lady from Framington

Succumbed to a young man from Hamilton;

Behind the red barn,

She was spun a yarn,

About twins who had some alarming fun.

Too soon, they were virtually undermined

By yahoos who felt they were over fined

Beyond a five spot,

And over the hot pot,

Which savoured of flavour of Oval tine.

Suffice it to say, in old Hudson’s Bay,

Larissa and Franklin were heard to say,

“‘Twas brillig and dark

That night in the park --

Fire had just mimed all the essence of hay!”

Aloft in the clouds were our Elle and Effe,

Alone with the works of Prokofiev;

The couple did sing --

The bells made a ding,

And Tinkerbelle flew by the RAF.

It just goes to show that when having to tow,

Conniving is good and much finer to show;

The trouble is hair,

Much thinner than air,

Which separates dough from the genuine heir.

When making out lively on Strawberry Hill,

The waiter presented his lovely the bill;

She quickly demurred –

Disaster recurred

And down came our Jilly and Jackie Seville.

It’s not yet occurred to me,

What serious malady

Befell Jay and Jay,

Who had much to say,

In New York’s Schenectady.

Alright, already, stop this limerick

Before the readers transmit me a kick;

Soon it will be dark,

So stormy and stark,

That I cannot find my nostrils to pick.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

June 20^th of 2013

Just in time for summer