Fried

Cal Call was a lowlife nicknamed Big Mac
he was obese and partook from a sack.
He gobbled up French fries
and with no surprise
died, alas, from a supersized heart attack.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Laurie Avatar
April 30, 2018 at 1:59 AM
Hello Paul ... good one. Heart attacks and Big Macs go hand in hand - Lindsay
Schneiter Avatar
January 2, 2019 at 2:24 PM
Indeed. Every bite of a Big Mac adds to the coating that lines the arteries that carry blood to the heart. Is it worth it? Of course, some people have a death wish (the Lord help them). Hugs, always, Paul
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February 23, 2018 at 5:54 PM
Susan, your words of praise have helped to make my day. Thank you. Your comment re. truth/humor reminds me of something journalist David Frost said years ago: "TV enables you to be entertained in your home by people you wouldn't have in your home." Hugs, always, Paul
Ashley Avatar
February 23, 2018 at 1:15 PM
Oh a fun and fantastic limerick Paul. The title is amazing as well. That's what happens... you express the truth in a humorous way! Warmest wishes. ~Susan
Marcum Wong Avatar
February 23, 2018 at 12:56 AM
This tickled my funny bone Paul. A fun likerick! : )
Schneiter Avatar
February 23, 2018 at 6:45 AM
Thank you, Connie. It's kind of you to comment. By changing "limerick" to "likerick," you remind me that the best limericks are fun, even while touching on truth. Hugs, always, Paul.
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