Another Limerick

[tectak]

Bemoaning with shallow remorse,
my cries through the night went quite hoarse.
I’d chide of excess,
retort  nonetheless,
and say it was all in due course.

It's....er....well, it rhymes....er....sort of....but what meaneth it?
Lost,
tectak

A bugler from South Carolina
played blues from her pink, pursed vagina.
One night night in Ohio
she got kinda dry'o
and her majoris shrank to a minor.

DON'T MAKE ME WRITE BLOODY LIMERICKS...THEY BRING OUT THE WORST IN ME!