Saturday Satire

©Jeanne E Webster-All rights reserved

 

Once there was a lady from Big Creek
Who went to church every week
She always arrived late
T’was just her poor fate:
Though she hurried in like a streak.

The good folks were certain to peek
Things began to look bleak
As she walked the aisle
No one smirked or smiled:
Not even that nice fella, Zeke!

She swayed down the aisle so chic
Bouncing her shapely physique
You could hear a pin drop
As into the pew she’d flop:
With a thump, rumble and a squeak.

With a pungent perfume she did reek
Wore a neat hairdo and red cheeks
She would always complain
Whenever it would rain:
Her perspective needed a tweak.

One day the pastor did speak
To this sweet lady from Big Creek
He gave her some advice
The folks became nice:
She ended up marrying Zeke!

2 comments on “Saturday Satire

  1. I love limericks—especially this one!

  2. Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
    ORT-ORT-ORT-ORT—-LOVE THIS LIMERICK LIBATION!!!!!

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