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A Club Sandwich

There once was a woman named Tracy Who wore clothes that were a bit racy Till she got drunk in a club And was mistaken for grub By the wolves who thought her quite tasty! Timothy I. Brumley

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Gene Bourne

Date: 6/1/2014 12:17:00 PM

Tim, I forgot to say congrat's on your priceless title.

Gene Bourne

Date: 6/1/2014 12:14:00 PM

Tracy's "reception" should have come as no surprise, wearing that "number". ....Leaving something for the imagination?....the subtle, tasteful and often most alluring choice. I was at the cinema during the time in question. A lady with "big" hair, sitting directly to my front, is my alibi. After a few, heated verbal exchanges, I switched seats. They were having a retro presentation of "Gone With The Wind" in the restored, 35mm print. Amusing write, Tim. Gene. " ....Amusing, Tim. Gene.

Elizabeth Wesley

Date: 10/1/2011 10:33:00 PM

Love your limericks Tim - you have the humor to take them places.

Kabuteng P.Ink K.

Date: 7/23/2010 10:23:00 AM

oh my goodness!! poor racy Stacy!!! yiikes-- but still had a laugh out of this one, very nice Timothy-- nikko :)

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 7/15/2010 7:54:00 PM

ouch !! poor Stacy,, but i can view this from two point of views ,, but i'll stick to the one where she got lost in the woods...and eaten by wolfs..enjoyed,..p.d.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/14/2010 10:07:00 PM

Hey, this reminded me of True Blood. Do you watch that HBO show about vampires. Now they have werewolves in their own bars and they get pretty wild and attack the pretty ladies!