The Fidgeting Quartet
Lazy Limericks
I
Alas, poor Isaac Tinner
Was sent away without dinner
After pining for adoration
Using his undersized erection
To balance on top a fidget spinner
II
Young Katie Summers disliked tea
Not that the taste did disagree
But her incessant fidgeting
Often lead to a spill, scalding
She stuck, most wisely, to whiskey
III
Mark seemed not to care
That his girlfriend enjoyed prayer
Because during the service
As a by-product of being nervous
She played with his hand with great flare
IV
James’ girlfriends took to lingering
In a relationship they described as glittering
Not for his surprise bouquet of buttercup
Nor skill at not leaving the toilet seat up
But strong hands from fidgeting, thus marathon fingering
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