Lance Greenfield has taken over from Esther while she recuperates as the Limerick promoter in chief. This week’s words were
And this is what I came up with…
In surveys, the worst word is moist
But really if you were given a choist
Where would you rank
Words like feces and dank?
Would you still put moist as foist?
When the weather turns murky and damp
I find my buttocks will cramp.
To try and imagine
The extent of my chagrin
It’s like putting your arse in a clamp.
I long ago ceased to fret
When people described me as wet
If I become decisive
They turn derisive
And then up the het they will get