Sixty-Nine
Limerick
by Herbert Nehrlich
After drinking a bottle of wine while conversing with Englebert Klein, Miss Fellaziobelle slurred a most out of place word and it sounded like sixty-nine.
Mister Klein, an accountant by trade, was a nerd who had never been laid. Said, my dear let us stop I will never talk shop and we're switching to lemonade.
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