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.

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Lindsay Laurie

Date: 4/30/2018 1:59:00 AM

Hello Paul ... good one. Heart attacks and Big Macs go hand in hand - Lindsay

Paul Schneiter
Date: 1/2/2019 2:24:00 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

Paul Schneiter

Date: 2/23/2018 5:54:00 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

Susan Ashley

Date: 2/23/2018 1:15:00 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

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 2/23/2018 12:56:00 AM

This tickled my funny bone Paul. A fun likerick! : )

Paul Schneiter
Date: 2/23/2018 6:45:00 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.