Limericks 07/02/13

by joetwo

I have a poor friend Kate
Who always sleeps too late
The alarm goes off
And she wakes with a cough
Saying “This is the part that I hate!”
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I knew a young fellow named Bob
Who had grown to a bit of a blob
He’d take all he could
Much more than he should
Then shovel it all down his gob
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Young lady, I’m drawn to confess
I’m rather taken by your dress
But don’t get too near
I’ve drunk too much beer
If I stumble I might make a mess

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