Three Limericks About Ordinary Things
A brush, a lure, and, a dish
A Brush
There once was a brush from Broome,
With bristles of horse hair to groom,
Each morning we met,
Graceful movements it swept,
My dandruff away like a broom.
A Lure
I once caught a fish in Nantucket,
With a flick, it flew right into the bucket,
The lure I was using,
Made things quite confusing,
A grouper, no flounder? Oh, fuck it.
A Dish
There’s nothing more useful than this,
More than anything someone might wish,
Whether omelet or turkey,
Some fish sticks or jerky,
No worries, my friend grab a dish.
About the Creator
Joe Luca
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