A Limerick or Two From Me for Fun to You

One man wished he'd have his way,

with love and hugs every day.

Once a year would hardly do,

wait each day a whole year through

'til "Joy, joy!" Today's that day!

There comes a time in each man's life

when friends and folks propose "a wife."

It must seem strange

when they arrange,

to shake his calm and urge such strife.

There still is a local alley.

At its end lives gorgeous Sally.

To court her I would,

If only I could.

She said, "You're not up my alley."

More flustered I'd be

if I had to see

some egg on my face

and feel the disgrace

of your mocking me.

Sometimes I just like to slumber

out back beside the warm lumber.

I slept there before

'til quarter to four

when someone dialed a wrong number.