As promised, here are your limericks with the prompt WINK from the middle of September.
When I see a pretty girl wink
It seldom means quite what I think.
I fear if I smile,
A reaction hostile
Is likely to drive me to drink.
You don’t need to be a deep thinker
To realise that old man is a stinker
When he leers at a girl
And makes her hair curl;
He’s not cool, just a bit of a winker.
For years, I could never find work
As my wink made everything jerk
But the prescribed medication
Has, to my consternation
Changed the wink to a continuous twerk.
A nod and a wink came my way
That I would get a cake today
I waited and waited
But it was not fated
Instead I got pretzels in hay!
This word wink
Has thrown me out of sync
I don’t know what to say
Might leave it for a day
What do you think?
I once sat right down for a think
About a guy who threw me a wink
Was he being coy
Or was I a ploy
To get me to buy him a drink?
Young Jack couldn’t help but give winks
Whenever he had a few drinks
Jill thought he was flirtin’
He ended up hurtin’
Now, before winking, he thinks!
Dark-glassèd, my neighbor would shrink;
“She’s crazy,” her friends would all think.
“I’m not lunatic!
“I just have a tic,”
She’d counter, whilst giving a wink.
Did you give that handsome man a wink?
Whatever will your poor husband think?
You’re a devious girl
Your husband is a pearl
Not the type to pull off a hoodwink.
Deadly sly devil, at ladies he’d wink
Melt them like ice in tropical drink
Many a heartache was to him tallied
Foolish flirty girls who with him dallied
Smarter, I thought…he hooked me quick as a blink.
I once met a boy with a blink.
Whose affliction caused me to think.
I looked into his eyes
And to my pleasant surprise,
This was not a blink, but a wink.