Poems ✍️
Poems ✍️
11.09.2026
20
Sixty-Nine Limerick)
After drinking a bottle of wine
while conversing with Englebert Klein,
Miss Fellaziobelle slurred
a most out of place word
and it sounded like sixty-nine.
Mister Klein, an accountant by trade,
was a nerd who had never been laid.
Said, my dear let us stop
I will never talk shop
and we're switching to lemonade.
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