A Tame Claim/By Stealth

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(Written for Mad Kane's Limerick Blog)

A TAME CLAIM

A fellow would frequently claim

That the lion he played with was tame

But it bit off his head

And now he's quite dead

And no-one remembers his name!

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A lady would frequently claim

That she was a girl without shame.

She took off her gear

And allowed men to leer

And she said it was only a game.

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A fellow would  frequently claim

That he felt he should  dress as a dame

But he went a bit far

When he stole his wife's bra

And chose Tinker-Bell as his name.

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(Written for The Mag illustration)

BY STEALTH

I left the table stealthily,

 Said I wanted to gaze at the moon.

I couldn't stay at the table

As she lifted up her spoon.

For I am her husband's lover,

And I've poisoned her desert,

For seeing her sitting smiling there

Really hurt, it really hurt.

Of course, he was smiling back at her

But I knew he played a part;

He's told me he doesn't love her,

So let the drama start!

I'd secreted the capsule of strychnine

In my little reticule.

I hope her death is speedy....

I'm not one to be cruel.

I dropped it into her pudding

Among the nuts and fruit...

So much kinder than a bullet,

Bullets are hard to shoot.

The moonlight's flooding the garden...

Ah yes! That's a lover's moon.

I can hear her coughing!

We'll be together soon!

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