Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Sweaty limerick (how the prince found his bride)

a gal who was covered in sweat
wouldn't use 'the word' to win a bet.
nose in the air she drawled it slow
only horses sweat, women glow.
and the prince wed the gal he'd just met.

© 2011 Padmavani Karkera

A limerick. May not be technically perfect. Perhaps even far from it, but it sure was fun! :)

Wrote this in response to the Sweaty limerick prompt by Madeleine Begun Kane 

Mad Kane (Madeleine Begun Kane) is a writer, musician, and "recovering lawyer." She won the Robert Benchley Society Award For Humor and enjoys writing limericks, song parodies, and current events haiku. Her political humour blog is here.


  1. This is priceless Padmavani! I will share it with my daughters, who hate to perspire, and will also find it extremely amusing!
    I have never been able to write in response to a prompt and think it takes a special kind of brilliance to do so. Well done!

  2. Thanks for your fun contribution to this week's Limerick-Off. I hope you'll be a regular participant. (I post one each week on Sunday/Monday.)

  3. Awesome! You really have some fabulous talent Padmavini! Loved being here.

  4. Thank you all :) It was a fun exercise for me!


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