Leggy Limerick
Once again, it’s Limerick-Off time. And that means I write a limerick, and you write your own, using the same first line. Then you post your limerick here and, if you’re a Facebook user, on Facebook.
So I hope you’ll join me in writing a limerick with this first line:
A gal who was showing some thigh…
Here’s mine:
Leggy Limerick
By Madeleine Begun Kane
A gal who was showing some thigh
Caught the eye of a very cute guy.
But alas he lacked nerve—
Failed to speak up with verve.
She kept walking — his op went bye-bye.
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Tags: Battle of the Sexes, Men and Women Verse, Poetry & Prompts, Shyness, Writing Prompts
A gal who was showing some thigh
as she drank her whiskey and rye.
The bartender told her
to look over her shoulder.
An old sleaze ball was getting high.
A gal who was showing some thigh
Stuffed it back into her pants with a sigh
She used to be petite
But now she looked like a freak
So fat she thought she would die!
A gal who was showing some thigh
Caught a gentleman passerby’s eye
Said she, with a grin,
“Sit down and dig in!
This chicken is really great fried!”
A gal who was showing some thigh,
Had run to the men’s room close by,
But she was too late,
For the horse at the gate,
Had already zipped up his fly.
A gal who was showing some thigh,
Had hoped to pick up this guy,
But as soon as she flashed,
He tripped up and crashed,
And fell face first in her pie!
A gal who was showing some thigh
made all of her men friends sigh
her satiny skin
made each of them grin
and want to give her a try.
These are delightful. Thanks! And please keep your limericks coming.
A gal who was showing her thighs
With a ‘come hither’ look in her eyes
Her breasts bouncy and buxom
Men wanted to touch ’em
‘Til her penis caught all by surprise
A gal who was showing some thigh
Had a sense of humor so wry
But she had a bad lisp
So her speech wasn’t crisp
So she often would heave a big thigh.
“A gal who was showing some thigh…”
All she could eat was pie
So, she kept getting bigger
And slowly lost all her vigor
Till her friends started calling her potpie
A gal who was showing some thigh
Walked through the halls of Versailles
What men saw in the mirror
Caused a large furor
It turned out the gal was a guy.
A gal who was showing some thigh,
stirred the loins of each man passing by.
But they all held their ground,
when they looked up and found,
they’d first have to go through this guy.
A gal who was showing some thigh
told the cook with a twinkling eye,
if there’s one thing we’ve learned,
where the flesh is concerned,
it’s better to roast than to fry.
A gal who was showing some thigh
‘Neath a skirt that had ridden up high
Said: “I’ll not take offense
To the poles in the tents
Of the trousers of male passers-by.”
A gal who was showing some thigh,
was a member of Phi Kappa Phi.
So I began calculating,
the odds of us mating.
And by golly, I ended with pi.
These are delightful. Thanks so much, and please keep your limericks coming!
A gal who was showing some thigh
Let her skirt ride up (Whoa!), oh so high!
“There is nothing much sweeter
Man, would I like to meet ‘er!”
Mused a guy who was sitting nearby.