Full Moon Madness

Sometimes my muse has the sense of humor of an 12-year-old boy. This is what happens when that muse meets a prompt like the one over at OctPoWrimo today. I’m also playing with the limerick form by using its structure for multiple stanzas to tell a single story.

There once was a young lass from Boone

Who forgot to wear pantaloons.

The cool mountain breeze

Blew her skirt ‘bove her knees

Revealing her full cheeky moon.

~~~~~~~~~~

Dave was a mischievous lad.

He liked girls who were scantily clad.

When he spied a young lass

By chance showing her ass,

His thoughts were especially bad.

~~~~~~~~~~

He wanted to get her alone,

Perhaps bring about rapturous moans.

He approached her with glee

and said, “Come with me…

I’m the best that you’ve ever known.”

~~~~~~~~~~

The young lass was taken aback

And greeted his face with a smack.

“I’m a lady of class

So please… kiss my ass!”

I will not go with you to your shack!”

~~~~~~~~~~

His face began to flame

As Dave hung his head in shame.

From her wind-blown skirt,

His eyes did avert

And henceforth he did proclaim…

~~~~~~~~~~

“Whenever the full moon shines,

Carefully look for the signs.

The pink, cheeky moon

That caused you to swoon…

Make certain ’tis not her behind!”

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