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Corona Iris Lockdown

The milkman quite quickly departed
As soon as the postman got started
His slippery mouth
Was heading down south
When she crossed her ankles and farted
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Dietrich Avatar
June 4, 2020 at 5:23 PM
oh my. HA!
Leffanta Avatar
June 5, 2020 at 1:32 PM
The 2020 version of a penny novel! Aloha! Rico
Marcum Wong Avatar
June 3, 2020 at 11:43 PM
Haha bawdy and naughty! xxoo
Laurie Avatar
June 3, 2020 at 8:33 PM
G'day Rico … a game played when one foul is a win or a loss I guess - thanks Rico - Lindsay
Bauer Avatar
June 2, 2020 at 7:59 PM
if i'd seen this poem without a name attached, i definitely would have pegged it as yours, rico! i don't know how you think of these, but keep 'em coming...
Johnson-Saunders Avatar
June 2, 2020 at 7:28 PM
lol...you are the king of limericks, Rico! xx Rhonda
Rose  Avatar
June 2, 2020 at 4:58 PM
Oh my, it must have been a whirl wind there. xo
Pigeon Tart Avatar
June 2, 2020 at 3:58 PM
Tha bawdiest! My brow is low, I love love it. ;D, xomo
Allison Avatar
June 2, 2020 at 2:46 PM
lol:-) hugs Jan xx
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