Limerick 3

Reggie had far too much beer
His legs felt wobbly and *****
He dare not go home
So, all night he did roam
Giving time for his poor head to clear
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Turner Avatar
April 24, 2023 at 9:31 AM
At least he could feel his legs. ive been so trashed I didn't even know I had legs, or anything else as far as that goes. Love the humor, Shirley:)
Wolf Avatar
April 23, 2023 at 7:06 PM
Gotta spell it 'kvir.' ~ Censor-proof
Hawkins Avatar
April 23, 2023 at 8:54 PM
Very *****?
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