A Policewoman and Other Yarns...
A Policewoman Named Leanne
A policewoman named Leanne,
Came up with an officious ban;
"No more cookies allowed!"
She said as she bowed,
Then she took all of my sweet treats and ran.
The Love of my Life
I once lost the love of my life,
Since then my soul’s been in strife;
I’m completely blue,
I don’t have a clue,
I ought to have made her my wife.
A Gal on the Street
I once met a gal on the street,
Who said she was a cop on the beat;
I thought she was joking,
So, I started toking,
I was soon in a cell cooling my feet.
A Woman Named Janet
I’ve met a woman named Janet,
Her favourite friend is a gannet;
To be quite truthful,
Janet’s so youthful,
I’ve told the gannet to can it.
A Gal from Québec
I once met a gal from Québec,
Who wanted to use my sundeck;
She tanned in the sun,
Until she was done,
Then she smiled and wrote me a cheque.
Two Peas in a Pod
I once met two peas in a pod,
Their names were Rodney and Todd;
They did things together,
With a gal named Heather,
That trio was more than just odd.
A Police Officer from Blairmore
A police officer from Blairmore,
Had a wife who thought him a bore;
So, he quit as a cop,
Opened a toy shop,
With masseuses on the second floor.
A Lass Named Danielle
A lovely local lass named Danielle,
Is telling guys to go to… …well;
She knows what is right,
You’re in for a fight,
If you, a guy, think you’ll ring her bell.
A Belle from the Dell
Chantelle is a belle from the dell,
She knows what she wants, I can tell;
There’s no point pretending,
I will be sending,
My best thoughts and hope all will be well.
A Lady Named Claire
There once was a lady named Claire,
Who had a great deal of flair;
But she lost her skirt,
And also her shirt,
When she met a loan shark named Blair.
© Regis Auffray
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and you are the Grand Master of rib-tickling
now you've got me started under your aegis
to write a tribute to your fab rhyming
if you were a Beatle you'd be Ringo
yellow submarines are your province
would you consider a move to Liverpool
to pick up the witty Scouse lingo -
you'd be near your native Britanny
jus at drive through the Channel tunnel
and you'll be back among the poets
of L'Orient, or maybe Limerick in Ireland
is the place to carry on your gifts.
There was once a young poet named Regis,
Whose Limericks were not very religeous.
But salted with wit,
Using words that were fit
One could say they weren't quite egregious. :)))
Did she, in her duties, have a disposition that was sunny...? -e-
Love ya!
Jane
Cheers,
Dan
Ron
Best wishes always to you and yours,
from,
Kay.
A fun and delightful read all through. I love limericks! Thank you, Regis!
Sandie