Yawn, yet another limerick.

Thursday baby yeah!

Lonely farmer confessed one day when boozing

To arousal when livestock perusing

He would moan in his sleep

Dreams of round bottomed sheep

Mornigns wake up quite sticky and oozing

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Author: Michael

Husband, dad,(ex)programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

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