Limericks 07/02/13

by joetwo

I have a poor friend Kate
Who always sleeps too late
The alarm goes off
And she wakes with a cough
Saying “This is the part that I hate!”
I knew a young fellow named Bob
Who had grown to a bit of a blob
He’d take all he could
Much more than he should
Then shovel it all down his gob
Young lady, I’m drawn to confess
I’m rather taken by your dress
But don’t get too near
I’ve drunk too much beer
If I stumble I might make a mess