The nudist colony
We once stumbled upon an old man
Sunning himself for a tan
The thing that was rude
Was that he was nude
Screaming, we quickly ran.
* * *
Bye bye birdie
There once was a bird on a wire
Singing a tune with all hearts desire
Mr. Cat came along
Good-bye sweet little song
He's washing his face by the fire.
Connie Webb
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/limerick-time/
