Sweet! And thanks for the support. ha.
Sweet! And thanks for the support. ha.
“What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open.” ― Muriel Rukeyser
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All men know of Queen Aphrodite:
She is feared from Olympus to Blighty.
She took her to sulkin'
On marrying Vulcan
But she cheered up on Mars sans her nightie.
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The goddesses brave men adore
Are viewed more or less like a whore.
They are good for a night,
Maybe two. At daylight
Those brave men look to them like a bore.
There is a sly nymph known as Circe
Who lifts up for sailors her jersey.
It stiffens the spine
Until bang!--your a swine:
Crying wee wee wee wee for her mercy.
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There once was a beauty named Leda:
Quite a shameless (it's said) fornicator.
One day on her lawn
She made love with a swan;
And, the way that I heard it, he paid her!
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There once was a fellow named Nate
Whose love for his girl wouldn't abate
But she went around
With other guys in town
Proving love is the closest thing to hate
Uhhhh...
Oh and welcome to the thread, HW!
Uhhhh...
Ah, Lord Cupid's a rat, that I'll give you!
With an arrow of gold will he shiv you.
First you'll beg for the taste
Of your lover's fair face,
Then you'lł beg for your wife to forgive you.
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In the cave of the dragon the dead
Hung and dripped their warm blood, sticky red,
And the damsel distressed
Spoke to me unimpressed,
“Relax. We have donuts,” she said.
Heh heh. That one had some style!
A dragon's a menace, and heck!
To meet one, I'd not long reflect;
But less like a hobbit,
More like Mrs. Bobbit,
I'd slice a clean cut to the neck.
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The Bern and his once-hallowed purity
Drew voters who lacked, well, maturity.
But now they've grown sore
That their hero's a whore
Kept by Goldman and Sachs for security.
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^Bah-hahahaha-HAH
There was a young bride named Bobbitt
Who knifed a nub just to cob it
Her Hubby'd been whoring
'Cos she was quite boring
Then she looked for a place to go lob it
Uhhhh...
Thanks, Sancho.
There is a day's evening called Friday
When LitNetters love to play hidey
Lest it become known
They sit lonely at home:
So their loneliness grows, God almighty!
Thank you, Sancho. Just now seeing this. I am new, slow on the uptake, or just slow. ha ha. Wait, I need to figure out a way to put this into a limerick. I can tell this is going to train my brain to think in a completely different way, just like the days I used to have Edward Lear on the brain, the days nonsense rhymes were part of the fabric. Hey, worse things could befall a person.Originally Posted by Sancho
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Ha ha! Tell me about it PB. But alas, I'm not ashamed! If I'm going to be a nerd, I nerd out completely.Thanks, Sancho.
There is a day's evening called Friday
When LitNetters love to play hidey
Lest it become known
They sit lonely at home:
So their loneliness grows, God almighty!
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