Don’t decide which one to pick,
Until you know what makes them tick.
This one will fail.
Just like your male,
It can’t perform with no wick!
Pic and prompt at Magpie Tales
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- Stafford Ray
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Ha ha - just the ticket!
ReplyDeletehahahaha...very clever... you tickled the funny bone again.. "WICK was wicked and smart"... Great mag !!!
ReplyDeleteDelightfully *WICK-ED * Stafford ..
ReplyDelete:-) I like it!
ReplyDeleteMy Magpie
perfect rhyme,
ReplyDeleteyour words hit truth yet ring musically.
magnificent magpie.
Ha, ha. Funny Magpie!
ReplyDeleteLoved it!
ReplyDeletedoomed if I do, doomed if I don't
Ah, ribaldry. Where would we be without you? {-)
ReplyDeletehahaha... there you are again!
ReplyDeletebrilliant Magpie :)
oh lawdy- yer so bawdy!
ReplyDeletehah! Great post!
clever limerick! :D well done!
ReplyDeleteMy Magpie
I'm so glad I did not hear
ReplyDeletethe warnings said so loud and clear
"live your life with the one you picked
and pay no mind to his wandering d**k"
but I chose to go astray
and give my thanks on every day
for finding one in my older life
who fits the needs of an older wife.
In my poor demented, hung-over state ... I say I had nothing to do with this Magpie - nothing whatsoever!
ReplyDeleteWillow Ball indeed!!!
A salutary tale?
ReplyDeleteOh what fun!
ReplyDeleteSuch a funny little rhyme in your poem. Wanna see my magpie? It's at http://thelunaticsdiary.blogspot.com
ReplyDeleteLaughing. Who would have guessed...
ReplyDeleteYou are right performance is important...lol
ReplyDeleteNo one can write a funny poem like you Stafford! I love it! :-)
U r soooooo naughty.
ReplyDeleteThat keeps us smiling! LOL :)
ReplyDeletemade me laugh, it did
ReplyDeleteI am blushing...
ReplyDeleteClever little rhyme. Love the humor.
ReplyDeleteGreat word play here. Nice Mag. Love and Light, Sender
ReplyDeletehahaha...having a wick sure comes in handy...smiles.
ReplyDeleteWonderful, truth behind the wordplay! :-)
ReplyDeleteRibald, bawdy, and naughty,
ReplyDeleteand yet humorous and true
and off color and off center
and so very you.
Though I am a fledgling magpie
I am loving the flight down under;
you never disappoint!
You are the best, Staff. Thanks for the Monday morning giggles!
ReplyDeleteFun! i loved the rhythm and the lightheartedness of this piece :)
ReplyDeletehe he he.....you've no idea how many times I'll be using that last line...!!
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