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JAZZY'S CHALLENGE...Naughty Limerick.....lol

There was a young poet called Andrew,
So tired, he didn't know quite what to do,
Til one day he fell asleep on the pan,
Whilst in the mirror, admiring his tan,
Then awoke with a start when he farted....POOOOH!
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
Please don't blame me...Jazzy told us the way she wanted it written...hahahha...Andrew...xxx

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orientalkoru
Lol! What a crack up rolling on the floor laughing rolling on the floor laughing rolling on the floor laughing rolling on the floor laughing . It sounds like you had to go through so much to get that tan! Glad to read again from you thumbs up cheers
Redex
Hi Andrew applause glad to see you still around

JAZZY MADE YOU laugh
Ladybee42
rolling on the floor laughing rolling on the floor laughing rolling on the floor laughing

That Jazzy one, she's truly to blame sir

purple heart purple heart
niah9
Andrew...I am speechless.....rolling on the floor laughing applause
studecar
nice write but a little smelly.studecar
andrew149
thankyou Orientalkoru, it is nice to hear from you too, pleased it made you laugh, it made me laugh writing it too ....lol...Andrew...xxxcool
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