On Mothers Day
We lock all children far away,
It’s only fair for us to say,
So all those mothers can go out to play.
Do you know what is a limerick?
It must have four linking lines,
And they all have to rhyme,
So if you take the thymes, you have a limerick.
What is hot and certainly arousing?
Many a lass
And boys with that kind of class
That’s what leads to intimate carousing.
There is a cute fellow from Pawtucket,
Who believes he can always luck it
’Til along came Ella,
Who said “No,” to our fella
Not without a raincoat and umbrella.
Until today we were limerick ignorant
To know what that is or why could it be signiforant?
So you find it’s a four line thing that rhymes on its ends
And is a county in Eire where they all talk different.
© 15 May 2017
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