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I'Ll Have a Double

Mr Philpot took a pill, He was feeling extremely ill, As he managed his last gasp He was pouring beer into a glass Unaware he had drunk his last His alcoholic brother Fred Who's nose was bulbous and rosy red Looking down at Philpot on the floor He vowed he would not drink anymore He sighed loudly, then dropped dead As Mr P and Fred lay on the floor Their brother Tim walked in the door, Tim was tall and very thin He was healthy and very trim Cos Tim found excessive drinkers a bore.

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Date: 9/15/2022 7:12:00 PM
Looks as if Fred was lying in his P... ~ Tee-hee
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Date: 9/15/2022 11:14:00 AM
A family of boozers ends up with snoozers? Aloha!
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Date: 9/15/2022 4:41:00 AM
You are clever minded and witty Shirley and those qualities are obvious in your poems. You have mail. Love Debx
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Date: 9/15/2022 4:19:00 AM
Shirley, a limerick with a message indeed!! I'll have to cut back on my martinis!! Good one! Happy Thursday!
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