Last Pube Stranding
For Matthew Fromm's Limerick thing.
Once upon a time, there was a man from Nantucket
Who only had one grey pube, so didn't dare pluck it
He washed and groomed
He brushed and loomed
So Friday night, with great pride, he'd display it
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Author's Notes: Decided to go back to where so many limericks happened. This is for Matthew Fromm's delightful limerick challenge, which you can still enter. Check out the link below for more information.
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Comments (10)
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I busted a gut laughing so hard at this!!! 🤣
Hahahahahahahahahahhha now I'm curious to know what else are you gonna write about 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
That is some pube he has got! 😁😁😁😁😁
So he only had one wild hair a week?
Was it a pube or…
Yes keep it coming my friend
Paul, Paul, Paul. Last Pube standing? Really? I confess to my everlasting shame that I wish I had dreamed up such repugnant prosody!
You forgot to mention that he was so old, it was his only pube... Oops, I went there, lol
Really now. I wonder how folks in Nantucket really think of that one limerick of so long ago. Good job on this one for it did make me giggle.