I don't what it is about her work but ginetteginette's designs always inspires the poet in me.

There once was a lady from the big city,
Who produced interesting milk from each titty,
Asked why does it flow,
Seven colors in a row,
She replied because it's so darn pretty



There once was a young girl from Basseterre,
Who had an arse with the face of a bear,
It had a ferocious appetite for honey,
So she soon ran out of money,
And had to sell her bear arse to the fair



My challenge is this: Pick up to two ginetteginette subs to write a limerick about. If ginetteginette herself would like to get involved in this she can pick the winner, otherwise I will. Winner gets a tee of his or her choice.