Dirk ordered Scotches for new friends at the dance, followed by several Bordeaux from France. Lastly, for himself, a Belgian beer. Then, as he turned, his ex pinched his rear. Dirk squeaked, stumbled, & ruined his dance pants.
W3 poetry prompt
This poem was written in response to Steven S. Wallace’s W3 prompt ~ to write a poem of less than 100 words in any form, which includes three proper nouns (names of persons places or things).
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When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.–Ben Harper (b. 1969)
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37 thoughts on “New friends, or: At the dance”
Uh-oh! What a lively scene you have painted with this hilarious limerick, David. I’ll have a Perrier! ❤
that’s a perfect choice, Cheryl! ❤
lol. What a waste of beer. 🙂
Among other things! 😉😘
Oh dear Dirkie Dirk
What was thinkin
With his sipping bouts.
Lol who gave the ex the right
To be dreamin’
😂 Abi 😂
Happy to make you laugh …kikiki❤
Thanks for the belly-jiggling laugh!
😃 Limp 😃
You are hysterical .. what a fix of a puddle to get himself into! 💖😂
😁 Cindy 😁
Hah, I love a good limerick! Yours are so fun; mine always come out too corny. 😀
😄 Sarah 😄
Oh! Poor Dirk! I hope his pants dry fast!! hehehe!
😅 Muri 😅
Oh no! Not the dance pants! 😆
👖😳 Michele 😳👖
I love limericks, and this is adorable.
😻🙏🏻 Dolly 🙏🏻😻
unfortunately first impressions can so often be so very embarrassing
🤭 Larry 🤭
Hahaha! Marvellous, David! 🥃🍷🍺😂
😆 Punam 😆
Let’s dance with our new friends! 🕺💃
🍻 Filipa 🍻
Cheers David! 🍻