Limericks?

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A new challenge has been presented.  I can't say how it will work, and right now I am in the middle of things.  Some of the haiku folk have been playing in this area.  As for me?  Well, limericks have always been just a bit out of reach for me.  Superman has cryptonite, Batman had bats, everyone has their areas of weaknesses and fears.  Oh, I've wanted to do limericks.  The will is there.  An impish grin impales my face when I think of the things.  Oh, the time I could spend on them.

One of the ladies put one up that caught my fancy.  I had to dance and giggle like a schoolgirl about it too.  And coo a bit about the notion, whine about my weakness.  And even suggest the topic of a limerick that has been haunting the tip of my tongue like a flavor profile I can not find or make but want.  I knew, for some reason, that if I could write a limerick, it would somehow include the notion of vodka and an upside-down woman!  Why?  I don't really know.  It must have been festering in my subconscious though.  Because while reading there, I knew the topic, just not the fill, or how those bones would fit.

To feed my fantasy, prime the pump, and get Doom going, several of my colleagues in word crime decided to write examples.  Suggesting that I take the field.  I suggested, that their works were quite excellent and filled the requirement.  And, that, as a little (or massive) firestarter, I had indeed, through them, already written two!  Bah!  Who am I fooling.  I was dodging, if cleverly.  I decided to try my hand at the project.  But... it may take a few days.  I am laying low until the sun, and life, return and some jobs are completed.  Then I will be... digging in my basement for a rhyming gig on just such a topic.  Oh, but I am stealing their works and putting them here... for my easy repetitive viewing, to honor their work, and to keep the notion in mind.  Here they are:

foam

Limericks I really can't do
But, perhaps if I drink some more dew
They'd be about vodka
Upside down women, lotsa..
And rolaids the next morning too..

Rafael

I once knew a girl who could drink
Of vodka, I think, she did stink
But flip her aroun'
My UP to her down
Her temple was Shirley and pink

Hehehe  The devil is... in the details?  Just sayin'.