Her love is a mystical castle,
cold stone in logistical hassle,
sweet lip shimmered moat
that could swallow my throat,
when her charms row like chains on a vassal.
A contest entry
- Limericks! by marmac.
400 points, ended November 9, 2008, 34 entries
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Clever and beautifully done as always, my dear friend!
Lynda




