Tuesday, February 10, 2015

OP162. For the master

There once was a fellow named Phil
Whose penis could no longer thrill
He'd never get laid
Except with the aid
Of a powerful little blue pill.

If I ever get enough of these to write a book, I'll surely include you in the thank yous, and with this limerick.  Unless I think of a better one by then.  But that would surely take me several more years of limericks, especially at my recent pace.

1 comment:

  1. Dave, I am totally flattered by your post-limerick comments, even though I should take umbrage at the 5-liner itself! Fortunately, I'm still able to get it up without drugs.

    However, one of my favorite lines is no longer true, i.e., "I'm not as good as I once was, but I'm as good ONCE as I ever was."

    You other readers should know that Dave (from Swift Current, Saskatchewan) is my most loyal reader (he looks in nearly every day) and is the most active contributor of OP-prefixed posts. They are always clever and well-written.

    Obviously, we have a mutual admiration society going.

    Thanks, Dave!
    (BTW, do I make your check out in US or Canadian dollars?) :-)