Grandma Always Slept Nude

Series of limericks

GRANDMA ALWAYS SLEPT NUDE

 

 A male toad with a craving for bugs

Hopped inside to lay low on our rugs.

In the middle of night,

Grandma turned on a light.

Poor toad croaked at the sight of her jugs.

 

When old Grandma saw toad on the floor,

She assumed that the croak was a snore.

With her nude as can be,

A kiss, his destiny,

The toad yelled, “No prince am I, you w***e!”

 

The real truth of the matter remains---

An urn now holds our Grandma’s cremains.

Yes, she kissed him; she did.

Her prince was just a kid,

And our rugs are now marked with poop stains.

Reviews

[Collins M Gituma]

very comical and the use of different personas is splendid

With her nude as can be,
A kiss, his destiny,
The toad yelled, "No prince am I, you w***e!"

these shows the length of your creativeness great work