Tuesday, March 21, 2017

OP418. Oh, the nerve!

At a pool, where the D-cups are brimmin'
The men cannot focus on swimmin'
As they ogle each bust,
Something grows and they lust
Behind speedos, disgusting the women.

Suz, here's a follow-up from your host, The Limericist:
A burka's not meant to be slimmin'
When worn, men's libidos start dimmin'
Whether A-cup or D
Men do not get to see.
(Suzanne's lim'rick can't take place in Yemen.)


  1. Good one, Suz, and long time, no rime from you.

    Though L3&4 are rather tame, I took the liberty of painting it red.

    I could have put my reply limerick in this comment rather than on the main page. Let me know if you'd rather I made the switch -- I don't want to steal your thunder!

  2. No, leave it as is! It's a perfect antipode and makes my thunder bigger, actually. Thanks!

    And thanks for putting it in red; I was thinking of doing that, but there were no dirty words, so I left it alone. Then I reconsidered, seeing that a dirty action took place, and then I just threw my hands up in the air. Couldn't decide! So I'm glad you took the initiative! Nice follow-up!

  3. I just realized something else. The rhyme words for Lines 1, 2 and 5 are not easy to find, and after having seen that you didn't use any of my words for that, and sought your own different ones, I must say you did a stellar job of that while also making an entertaining, logical, and relevant storyline.

  4. To paraphrase Wayne and Garth, "I'm not worthy... I'm not worthy!"

    Thanks for the flattery, Suz, instead of saying, "You wrote a lemon!"