Cheeky, if not Rosy
A ring's more than jewelry
Below the rose is a small ring
A tight fit for such a small thing
A drive through the back road
To drop off a quick load
Cheeky it seems, but(t) enjoy a good fling
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Author's Notes: This limerick was originally commented on Naomi's limerick, "Cheeky."
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fun and entertaining limerick...
I sense a theme... 🍑