Limerick for the Lovelorn – an exchange

The following is the result of a late night request for poetry and jalepeno poppers.

 

My muse is such a hopper.

She’s tasty like a popper

with ginger hair

and savory flair.

With lips, I want to mop her!

 

Whenever I ask

for my muse’s flask,

he opens the lid

and pours what’s been bid

spry to the task

to fill Lovelorn’s Cask.

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