A Lady in Red and Other Odd Stories
A Lady in Red
There once was a lady in red,
Who insisted on putting me to bed;
I did not protest,
She put me to the test,
Then told me that I was well-bred.
A Fellow Named Davin
Davin is my friend’s special bro,
He’s hoping for an SRO;
He’ll probably get it,
His gig’s always a hit,
As his fame continues to grow.
Too Much Thinking
A writer did way too much thinking,
So much so that he began stinking;
His words became trite,
And try as he might,
He could not stop his brain from shrinking.
A Fellow Named Brock
There once was a fellow named Brock,
Who met another named Rock;
Brock and Rock fell in love,
They adopted a dove,
After reading books by Doctor Spock.
A Lady Named Dawn
I knew a lady named Dawn,
Who woke at the crack of dawn;
She had a lead foot,
Which she heavily put,
To her gas pedal on the autobahn.
A Lass from Sweden
I once met a lass from Sweden,
Who told me her garden needed weedin’;
She gave me a hoe,
And told me to hoe,
Which I did until my blisters were bleedin’.
A Fellow Named Paul
There once was a fellow named Paul,
Who had more than one favourite doll;
He dressed them himself,
Put them on a shelf,
Then dreamed of going to the ball.
A Lady Named June
There once was a lady named June,
Who could never carry a tune;
When she sang in church,
She made everyone lurch,
And all the dogs bay at the moon.
A Lady Named Joan
A local lady named Joan,
Never gives her dog a bone;
This upsets her puppy,
Because he’s no guppy,
Instead she gives him an ice cream cone.
A Lady Named Ross
There once was a lady named Ross,
Who married a fellow named Hoss;
Although he was big,
She carried a twig,
It was clear who really was boss.
© Regis Auffray
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Great jobs with these, Regis!
Sandie
Rebecca
Love ya!
Jane
The writer you describe is me. Like the rest of your limericks, interesting conclusions.
The Rock you describe is probably Rock Hudson.
Ron
Bouncing words within each limerick.
Laughter is a much needed cure for todays malaise.
every time I hear that song
can't hardly go wrong.
Like your limericks
They just hop along.
Dr. D