Limericks

 Dedicated to all the creative writers in our Group

There once was a gal called Neela,

Who just sipped a dram of Tequila.

When Amar came home

He had to douse her in foam.

Cos the poor old gal was Beela.

[Fazli]

 

Neela, a woman of steel,

To Amar she offered a deal.

The poor boy he struggled

He puffed and he snuggled.

But the gal was slippery as an eel.

[Fazli]

 

A cute little dame named Nafisa,

Stands like the tower of Pisa.

Not so tall I am told

Yet, strikingly bold.

Stay close or you’re gonna miss her.

[Fazli]

 

Kirthi, she’s always noteworthy,

A gal so down-to-earthy.

Do give her a bell,

She’ll ring like hell.

That’s why she’s always Preethee.

[Fazli]

 

Peter the story teller,

He’s a jolly good feller.

The ghosts in his head,

Would rather be dead.

Or hide away in a cellar.

[Fazli]

Naughty but nice is dear Fazli

Loves his salads with Parsley

Keeps the Wadiya group all bubbly

A ladies man very likely

Is still going strong just believe me

[Neela]

There was  a guy called Fazli

Even though boney was cuddly

He rambled and joked

We thought it was a hoax

But flirted with sporadic alerts

[Pierangeli]

 

There was a lovely girl called Pierangalie

She’s just awesome in every way

She’s the life blood of the Wadiya group

Keeping us all together

And it’s with her that I love to see the sea and the moon and the stars and even the hills

Stay happy girl till we meet again

[Medha]

There was a bunch of writers

Who at the Waadiya were bedazzled

By sand sea and iced ginger beer

Penning racy limericks

They spent well wasted minutes

[Nafisa]

 

You are asking for my exact  size

Would you mind paying any price

Then hop into Midnight Divas

Near your old school

There you will find

Free sizes mostly see thru!

[Kirthi]

 

Price is no big issue,

Nor is size for sure.

Midnight Divas sounds hot,

Better than throwing the pot.

Will Pavi lend us her tissue?

(Fazli]