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A Little Bird Told Me

Sue decided to send Jim a tweet 
She used words that were quite indiscreet 
Calling him a fat turd -
(Using another word)
Their romance has taken a back seat!

12~23~16

Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2016

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February 18, 2017 at 11:13 PM

Haha..I needed a laugh after reading Arthur's 'Little' and the twins piece. I don't do social media, anyone can say anything, and then some..lol I absolutely love your 3 nuggets of wisdom that were passed down to you. This is really sweet Jan. In commenting, I have made reference to check out one of your limericks to have a laugh to cheer a weary soul. So glad I took my own advice and really glad you write!! :-) I may make it a ritual to end my day here with you:-) blessings, lynn

February 19, 2017 at 2:28 PM

I have a twitter and 2fb account - i use the twitter to enter prize draw contests lol but not 2fb :-) Oh do join me if you need a giggle at the end of the day I am sure there are one or two funny poems you will have missed:-) hugs jan xx

Eileen Manassian

December 24, 2016 at 7:37 PM

Well....I can see why it would take a back seat. ;) Hey, you! Coming round to wish you a very MERRY CHRISTMAS. :) Sending you warm hugs....

December 25, 2016 at 3:41 AM

Thanks Eileen I do worry about my muse but as long as she continues to make people smile I will keep writing:-) Have a wonderful time over the festive period:-) hugs Jan xx

Connie Marcum Wong

December 24, 2016 at 12:26 AM

Hysterical my friend! I still have not managed to write even one Limerick. I don't know how you do it! 7 Holiday Cheer! hugs, Connie : D xxoo

December 24, 2016 at 6:58 AM

I find the form so easy to write Connie. I have discovered my aunt and uncle both wrote poetry and also loved writing the limerick form and humourous poems... I guess it has always been there in me it just took my husband's cancer to release this hidden creativity:-) Have a wonderful time over the festive period:-) hugs Jan xx

December 23, 2016 at 10:15 PM

Bwahahaha! =D. That one had me laughing so hard. Thanks, I needed that. (((Hugs)))

December 24, 2016 at 6:59 AM

Glad you enjoyed Jason... if my simple poems make people smile it makes me happy:-) :-) hugs jan xx

December 23, 2016 at 9:01 PM

LOL Great, poor Jim! :)

December 24, 2016 at 6:59 AM

I'd love to know what he'd done lol:-) hugs Jan xx

Andrea Dietrich

December 23, 2016 at 7:39 PM

Oh Jan, you are at it again. haha. Now I am off to see your other latest poem!!

December 24, 2016 at 6:59 AM

I can't stop Andrea lol:-) hugs Jan xx

December 23, 2016 at 6:10 PM

When I saw limerick this was the last thing i expected I am shocked in such a Halarious way haha!

December 23, 2016 at 6:12 PM

Thanks Kyle:-) I love writing the limerick form:-) hugs Jan xx

December 23, 2016 at 4:23 PM

But, Jim wasn't one, just to sit---So replied to the tweet of this twit---Wanting out of the loop---with a girl filled of poop---but I'm sure that he meant Full of S#*T .....I'm Sorry Jan---you see what you bring out in me ! You Made me Do It!

December 23, 2016 at 4:28 PM

MOI little MOI made you do it lol - oh go on I accept some responsibility for your reply lol:-) have a wonderful time over the festive season Jerry and thanks for your continued support over the year and comments on my many poopy poems:-) hugs Jan x

December 23, 2016 at 2:12 PM

LOL, love this. Have a great Xmas xx

December 23, 2016 at 4:14 PM

Thanks Jack have a lovely time:-) hugs Jan xx

December 23, 2016 at 1:51 PM

...so they can just let their fingers do the walking, since 'tis they that did the talking

December 23, 2016 at 1:56 PM

I think Sue needs some 'tweetment' or anger management lessons John lol:-) Have a wonderful time over the festive period:-) hugs Jan xx

December 23, 2016 at 1:46 PM

Sue is going to get her mouth washed out with soap.

December 23, 2016 at 1:56 PM

I'd love to know what he did to cause the outburst lol:-) hugs Jan xx

December 23, 2016 at 1:49 PM

or at least her texting fingers

December 23, 2016 at 1:26 PM

Was she his tweetheart?.. Enjoyed your lim'rick Jan...hugs

December 23, 2016 at 1:27 PM

ha ha ha she's not now Joseph!:-) hugs Jan xx

December 23, 2016 at 11:36 AM

Oh, the funny word turd in a humorous limerick may now be heard and the giggle it brought is one I sought. Forget it, I will not! You've got it going on when it comes to limericks, no doubt about it. May be my last Soup time until after Christmas, so once again, Merry Christmas, my friend ... CayCay

December 23, 2016 at 11:40 AM

I said close to the wind with my humour sometimes CayCay lol but I wouldn't use expletives in a poem... just let your imagination flow with this one lol:-) hugs Jan xx

December 23, 2016 at 10:20 AM

That will do it! Very funny, Jan. That's the great thing about not having a cell phone, tweets must come in person:)

December 23, 2016 at 10:24 AM

Thanks so much DT you have been such a great support to me over the year with your comments:-) I only text and call using my dinosaur of a mobile and I try and steer clear of social media if at all possible:-) have a lovely Christmas:-) hugs jan xx

December 23, 2016 at 10:09 AM

Yay! A POO'lim!!! :-);-):-). What other word? ;-). huggaloonies ~ j

December 23, 2016 at 10:18 AM

I sail close to the wind in some poems (literally) lol but I wouldn't use swear words in my poetry:-) :-) hugs jan xx

December 23, 2016 at 10:12 AM

I knew you wouldn't, but I wouldn't double-dog dare you to either:-)

December 23, 2016 at 10:11 AM

Shhh I'm not saying it lol:-) hugs Jan xx

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