My son asked a girl to his senior prom. As he did so, I wrote him this limerick. (No, he didn’t use it!)
“Will you go to Prom with me?”/
begs for romantic poetry./
Just for fun,/
forward this on/
and complete the linguistic symmetry!
My son asked a girl to his senior prom. As he did so, I wrote him this limerick. (No, he didn’t use it!)
“Will you go to Prom with me?”/
begs for romantic poetry./
Just for fun,/
forward this on/
and complete the linguistic symmetry!
Your pushme-pullyou/
stance leaves me with no real clue/
if you want to dance.
On some body parts,/
medicated powder is/
never ever used.
If you’re brave,
pho can be microwaved
says Dave,
The King
of pho microwav …
ing
You could IM me,
and we could talk deeply
about things that bother you,
and when we are through
you’ll relax completely.
That you live your life/
so full of regret is what/
you should most regret.
My back hurts again,/
but you aren’t around. Maybe/
I should stop sleeping?
He flips out about/
a few hairs in the tub. He/
doesn’t have teen girls.
She got a window /
seat. It’s so nice to enjoy/
life’s simple pleasures.