A rotund chap from Old Billerickay
in hot weather turned red and quite sticky
sweat would run down his back
and then pool in his crack
thighs would chafe and his pits, god how icky
Let’s start the day off right shall we.
A rotund chap from Old Billerickay
in hot weather turned red and quite sticky
sweat would run down his back
and then pool in his crack
thighs would chafe and his pits, god how icky
This rhyme is both icky and gross
And makes up my daily “Yuck” dose.
I do hope your fella
(A bit of a smeller)
Will not ever come very close!
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Ha…good work !
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There’s a lot of THAT going around these days I hear.
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Isn’t it ALWAYS time for a limerick? 🙂
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