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March.20.2024
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Please Don't Stare

After his hot booze, getting out of bed, In a deeply timorous voice, he said; “I am in my underwear. It’s badly torn, please don’t stare." Hearing this, the ladies in the room fled!
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Bhattacharjee Avatar
March 25, 2024 at 8:56 AM
Hahaha!! I smell sarcasm there...The humor is a jibe. Please forgive me for tasting the humor this way.
George Avatar
March 20, 2024 at 1:03 PM
I melted Valsa. Lol. Can you write more of this genre? I love it. I wouldn't flee though.
Buhagiar Avatar
March 20, 2024 at 9:57 AM
This is quite funny, but I consider you to be a decent person. In USA, I doubt if they run away. Lovely limerick.
Edmonds  Avatar
March 20, 2024 at 2:58 AM
Very amusing Valsa, there’s a time to stand and stare, but never at a man in torn underwear… Beryl
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