Limericks 28/01/13

by joetwo

I am quite fond of a date
Their sweetness I find rather great
But sometimes teeth hit
The hard inner pit
And that’s the one part that I hate
With the wind blowing greater than fair
Your hat may be blown in the air
The air may then make
The hat land in a lake
Now how can you get it from there?
A young girl is on her first day
We don’t know how she’ll make her way
One guy acts the clown
She shoots him right down
We figure that she’ll be ok