There once was a writer from Memph-is
Whose poetry was all full of guess-is
About the nature of sex.
Was it a blessing or a hex?
And if all things were bigger in Tex-is.
There once was a writer from Memph-is
Whose poetry was all full of guess-is
About the nature of sex.
Was it a blessing or a hex?
And if all things were bigger in Tex-is.
Filed under 2020, Monday morning writing joke, Poetry by David E. Booker
Tagged as joke, limerick, Memphis, Monday, sex, Texas, writer, writing humor
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