Poor Old Fred
It could happen to you its not funny
At the diner Fred had an upset tummy
Headed for his car
He didn't get far
Felt it run down his leg warm and runny...
A group of friends they were passing nearby
They didn't know whether to laugh or cry
One said" Fred you smell"
Fred said "go to hell"
Poor Fred just wanted to curl up and die...
He got in his car and drove down the street
And hoped no one else he knew he would meet
But then things got worse
Fred started to curse
Tried to get out but was stuck to his seat...
There's a moral to this limerick I'll tell
You don't want people to say that you smell
So unlike poor Fred
Please stay in your bed
Don't venture out if you're not feeling well..
Written 4th February 2020.
Copyright © Tom Cunningham | Year Posted 2020
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