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Gazuntite
There was a model, a pretty young lass,
She had an attitude ; was full of sass,
Whenever she would sneeze,
Her stomach would squeeze,
And inevitably she would pass gas.
One night she modeled in her very best
And ate prunes and dates as a guest,
On stage she strutted her stuff
And you guessed it sure enough,
She sneezed and had to change her dress.
Her husband’s name was Billy Mcfeeny
Considered by her to be a meany
He told her don’t be so sad,
It’s not really that bad
You could have been wearing a bikini !
Written for:
helping Gwendolyn giggle “ sneezing limerick contest”
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