By Marcy Montgomery Jones & Adam Welsch
Naomi & Nicole®
Today’s St. Patrick’s Day. It’s the day on which everyone loves to embrace all things Irish. Leprechauns, shamrocks, and the color green will be seen everywhere. Since we’re bloggers, we’d like to contribute to the Irish spirit with several attempts at some light-hearted poetry that takes its name from Ireland’s third largest city – Limerick. Though these can be written a bit on the racy side, we’ll do our best to keep our limericks about intimates cute, but clean.
There once was a lass named Lysette,
Whose workout schedule was always preset.
But then came the hubby,
And in came the tubby,
And now she loves her torsette.
There once was a little green turtle,
Who on the racetrack never could hurdle.
So she turned to her books,
But with care for her looks,
Started wearing a firm control girdle.
After “BINGO” was called at the last,
I missed the chance to be equally fast.
The flab in my arm,
Brought success fatal harm,
With arm shapers the test I’d have passed.
So, what do you think? We’d love to read your own limericks about bras, panties, or shapewear. Send them in as comments below. And, as befitting a blog about intimates on St. Patrick’s Day, we’d like to proclaim, “Erin Go Bra!”