Limericks with very strict rules (6) - 88558

And blouses with decolletage!
For bosoms, both little and large
A jumpsuit or two

And blouses with decolletage!
For bosoms, both little and large

I've made many clothing mishaps
My wrap-over skirt, it unwraps
With undies on show
My face was aglow!
My dresses have too many gaps.

And blouses with decolletage!

I've made many clothing mishaps
My wrap-over skirt, it unwraps
With undies on show
My face was aglow!

I've made many clothing mishaps
My wrap-over skirt, it unwraps
With undies on show

I've made many clothing mishaps
My wrap-over skirt, it unwraps

The thing is, I've got chicken legs
So, cover 'em up, they all begs
They look like chopsticks
But they do high kicks
Best to stick to safe clothing regs

I’ve made many clothing mishaps

The thing is, I've got chicken legs
So, cover 'em up, they all begs
They look like chopsticks
But they do some high kicks

The thing is, I've got chicken legs
So, cover 'em up, they all begs
They look like chopsticks

The thing is, I've got chicken legs
So, cover 'em up, they all begs

I might treat myself to a dress
Fancying one that is sleeveless
But my bingo wings
And more flabby things
Please help me, I am quite clueless

The thing is, I’ve got chicken legs

I might treat myself to a dress
Fancying one that is sleeveless
But my bingo wings
And more flabby things

I might treat myself to a dress
Fancying one that is sleeveless
But my bingo wings

I might treat myself to a dress
Fancying one that is sleeveless

I’m giving up drink for a year
Except that alcohol-free beer
'Twill clear my thick head
I won’t feel half dead
And savings will get me new gear.

I might treat myself to a dress

I’m giving up drink for a year
Except that alcohol-free beer
'Twill clear my thick head
I won’t feel half dead

I’m giving up drink for a year
Except that alcohol-free beer
'Twill clear my thick head

I’m giving up drink for a year
Except that alcohol-free beer

Perhaps I should hang out and flirt
E’en in a field of mud and dirt
But who would be there?
Besides a fieldfare?
And a ragged scarecrow called Bert

I’m giving up drink for a year

Perhaps I should hang out and flirt
E’en in a field of mud and dirt
But who would be there?
Besides a fieldfare?

Perhaps I should hang out and flirt
E’en in a field of mud and dirt
But who would be there?

Perhaps I should hang out and flirt
E’en in a field of mud and dirt

A maiden from Kalamazoo
Was lonely and feeling quite blue
She cried "Woe is me!"
I am fancy free
How to find a mate? Not a clue.

Perhaps I should hang out and flirt

A maiden from Kalamazoo
Was lonely and feeling quite blue
She cried, “Woe is me!”
I am fancy free

A maiden from Kalamazoo
Was lonely and feeling quite blue
She cried, “Woe is me!”