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Nose Woes

NOSE WOES - limerick

My nose told me it couldn’t get riper
as I opened and peeked in the diaper
one last gasping breath
succumbing to death
single shot from intestinal sniper


John G. Lawless
5/30/2015
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Dietrich Avatar
May 30, 2015 at 12:41 PM
hahaha. this is hilarous, John!!!
Merryman Avatar
May 30, 2015 at 9:48 AM
John, this is hilarious! I literally laughed out loud! Great limerick! Love, Kim
Nance Avatar
May 30, 2015 at 7:35 AM
OOOOhhh that is funny.
Allison Avatar
May 30, 2015 at 7:03 AM
ha ha ha this is priceless John:-) Hugs Jan xx 7 xx
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