The limerick is furtive and mean, You must

The limerick is furtive and mean, You must keep her in close quarantine, Or she sneaks to the slums, And promptly becomes, Disorderly, drunk and obscene.

She belted me then right across the ol' kisser.Pulling myself out of the gutter,I grinned with what teeth I had left & asked, "Oh, did you think I was talking about you, Geraldine?

Then she jumped off the top rope with a flying arm bar smashing the bridge of my nose, bam. Wobbling back to my feet I mumbled, "Why Geraldine, a love tap? How sweet."

Geraldine grabbed both my arms, smashed me off the ropes, leapt up and crashed onto me in a full body slam. As darkness overtook my senses, I wondered when the magic had gone. Why

had I succumbed to the allure of a sweaty wrestling ring? Had I really thought it could erase the pain of being kicked from the football team? I came to in the showers and wept.

I was so pre-occupied with my depressive thoughts that when the shower let out a stream of hot water that burnt my skin I didn't even notice.

Showers are always screaming about something: "You Jerk! You left my left spigot on for TWO days!" "I WILL kilk you tge next time you put that CLR up my spout!" "I piss on your

Silver spoons until you learn how to fix spigots properly. No apprenticeship is complete until the trifurtigation is successfully cemented. Three heads are better than one!" Sammy

screamed through clenched teeth as the bonding agent dried. Now three headed and wielding the ultimate weapon--the sliver spoon souvenir from the rest stop in Apopka FL--Sammy was

through with his "bucket list" and ready to die. "Aing weddie taw doye!" he said to St. Peter at the Gate. So Sammy died, but not with a silver spoon in his mouth.