Pot Shot

MAD KANE

http://www.madkane.com/

gives us the first line of a limerick.

POT SHOT

A fellow who'd taken a shot

At a noble called Count Bernadotte

Was soon guillotined, 

For he'd misdemeaned,

And the populace danced a gavotte.

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A BITE AGO!

Do you recall a bite ago,

Before the devastating blow,

Before that dreadful realisation

That we had ruined all Creation?

Remember how soft breezes blew,

And everything was fresh and new,

And how all creatures great and small

Would meekly answer to our call?

Do you recall how days were sweet,

And our relationship complete?

I'd smile, you'd smile, soft words were spoken;

I'd give you daisies as a token.

Nothing ventured, nothing planned;

Though, sometimes, I would touch your hand.

It had been like that since time began.

What was Woman? What was Man?

Every day was just the same

As we wandered, naked, without shame.

And then you picked! And then you bit!

Oh dear! That was the end of it!

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Lor Lummy! Eve! What have you done!

Come on, gal! Let's have some fun!

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