I'm Calling You Out

There's a certain person who fancies herself to be a writer of things comical, acerbic and snarky. And yet, she has so far not condescended to participate in the Triblogger Poetry Extravaganza--yea, even in the Limerick category. This extravaganza would be incomplete without a limerick from her.

Well, if she's waiting for an engraved invitation, she can consider this . . . er,. . . that.

An Athena mojito imbiber,
Eats chocolate of darkest Godiva--
She used to have game,
but now she's quite tame.
(This poet won't likely survive her.)

And another Utahian, . . . er, . . .Utanian . . . Utatian . . . ?? is also master of all things snarky, yet has not given us her entry.




Well, here's all I've got to say about that:

There once was an athlete from Utah
Who typically pee’d with her suit on
But try as she might
She can’t pee the bike
With spandex, she can’t get her groove on.

I'm calling you out, chicas. Sack up and bring some Limericks. Balls out . . . so to speak.