The First Car Talk Poetry Reading

Knowing that some days are worse than others, I thought you might get a lift from these little jewels because:

The limerick's an art form complex
Whose contents run chiefly to sex;
It's famous for virgins
And masculine urgin's
And vulgar erotic effects.

And for you guys in particular:

There once was a fellow named Brett
Loved a girl in his shiny Corvette;
We know it's absurd
But the last that we heard
They hadn't untangled them yet.

A fellow from old Copenhagen
Wooed a girl in his little Volkswagen;
But the damage was high:
The stick shift in his eye,
and a gash from the dash in his noggin'.

A guy with a girl in a Fiat
Asked, "Where on earth is my key at?"
When he started to seek
She let out a shriek:
"That's not where it's likely to be at!"

They sat in his little old Lloyd,
Frustated and hot and annoyed;
But enough of palaver:
He attempted to have 'er
And the car was entirely destroyed.

Have fun--we all enjoy the show.

Graham Davis

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