Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Limerick found

I've been tidying my writing room and found a yellowing and crispy slip of paper with the following on it -

An erotic writer called Maud

Wrote books that were simply adored

‘Til the head of Black Lace

Saw the hairs on her face

And said, ‘Sir, you’re not Maud.

You’re a fraud.’