Our mother was open to censure,
For her tireless pursuit of adventure.
But sadly, her thrills
Involved cheap, dodgy pills,
And she died, when she choked on her denture.
(Thanks to Tess at Magpie Tales for the picture)
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oh my ....Frances you have out done yourself....hilariously twisted.
ReplyDeleteYou're very sweet, Kathe.
DeleteOMG! Love that sense of humor ...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helen!
DeleteAnother Garrood masterpiece.
ReplyDeleteI think 'masterpiece' is overstating it a bit, but thank you anyway, Doc.
DeleteThat's twisted and hilarious!!! Excellent:))
ReplyDeleteTwisted...ah. That's a new one. Thank you!
DeleteNice one! And how refreshing to read a limerick that actually follows the rules.
ReplyDeleteCM, you obviously agree with me. I get so irritated when people write "limericks" and break all the rules. Maybe we're both pedants...?
DeleteWhat an excellent start to my day. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure, Adrian. And now I'll expect some first class photos from you.
DeleteFantastic, Frances - you should put these in a collection! x
ReplyDeleteIt wouldn't sell, Teresa! But you're very kind.
DeleteFrances, your poetry should come with a warning label: Do not take with coffee!
ReplyDeleteThis was excellent. Thanks so much for sharing. ♥
Thank you, Magaly. May I pay for any dry cleaning?
ReplyDeleteI've looked at this several times. I really don't know what to say.
ReplyDeleteWell, you could start with "it's a grotesque picture", couldn't you, GB?
DeleteIt's a grotesque picture.
ReplyDeleteIt's horrible. The trouble with Magpies is they're a challenge. Once you start, it's hard to stop. But I often resist.
DeleteThis is clever and funny!
ReplyDeleteFunny and clever.
ReplyDeletehaha ouch
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