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

[Akshat♥]

WONDERFUL! I LOVED IT.
THANK YOU FOR SHARING.

[Cass Ryan]

Hilarious! I loved the ending! 😂

[Sharon Miller Bolander]

Thanks for reading and commenting

[Salem]

haha wonderful write keep it up

[oxo]

hahaha, this made me laugh. very funny, nice poem. very creative. :)

[Tonya (the Night Writer..]

Hahaha that was pretty funny, and the title drew you in from the beginning. I love comic poetry. great job

[Errte]

Thanks for the review on my work.. I really enjoyed this humorous poem. (: Look forward to reading more of your work as well.

[Cassandra]

this is hilarious :)

[Fran Marie]

LMAO~Oh Sharon, this is such a comical limerick piece~ I loved it~ Still laughing~ Great Stuff!!~Fran

[Samuel Dickens]

Well, that was different. No really, I liked it. It suits my sense of humor. Sleeping in the nude isn't so bad. Now, deep-frying a turkey in the nude--that's a terrible idea. Those sizzling oil droplets know just where to land. I'm just guessing, of course. Sam

[teneilkw]

i REALLY enjoyed this, comical yet serious (at least at the end), really captivating title