The Preacher's son lost his lunch

A spontaneous Limerick inspired by a private conversation.

From Emily:

Mary Abigail was really into filing break of promise suits. She imagined that men proposed quite often. The preacher's young son used to mow her yard, til she opened the door bare a*s naked. Talk about losing your damn lunch.

 

From AO:
HAHAHAHA!!!!! LOL!!!!!!!! Poor guy! This calls for a Limerick!

 

THE PREACHER'S SON LOST HIS LUNCH!

There once was an old lady from Ohio,
with aspirations much like a silo,
Til she came to the door all butt-naked,
but the preacher's son couldnt fake it
'cuz he lost his lunch full of b'ile.

-AO

Had to sign that one...hehe ;-)

Reviews

[Alicante lullaby]

its awe--some,,,,how to review it,,,,,,,,its,,,,,,

[Gandré]

Eddie, I was here.
Thanks for thinking of reading my Zen Fragment #3. Much appreciated. Merry Christmas.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This story, I learned something from it
Some sick women can make you vomit
Buck ugly naked they answer the door
Looking much worse than a two dollar w***e
And expect you to write them a sonnet!

LMAO~~~~~~

[Gandré]

Eddie, this was a fertile conversation, what a wonderful spontaneous creation! Isn't the best, to create from experience? This is my thing.

[Laura E. Aranda]

OMG
The title just completely caught me and this was H I L A R I O U S
Cheers to the Preacher's son, no? haha
Laura

[KUFU]

hahahehe Emily, i'm through with you woman! You have my side splitting! Well, I guess if I have to die, I may as well die laughing!

[Emily B]

I suppose every small town has their own insane person. Surely that isn't limited to the American South.