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Self Propulsion

There was a wild drink-craving pair Who an Aussie airliner’s fuel did share. It made in their guts masses of gases Propelling them south via their asses. Maori swear they’re Maero from thin air.

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Maurice Rigoler

Date: 3/12/2015 8:25:00 PM

Hahaha! Another good one. Say, you should compile your limericks into a book. Bet it would sell. You're a funny young many – if, that is, your photo agrees with your true age. Mine does. / M

Paul Schneiter
Date: 3/13/2015 7:45:00 AM

Thank you, Maurice. As always, I value your comments, which are ever insightful. Alas, my photo is a fraud. I was born shortly after the invention of the wheel (something like that).

Jerry T Curtis

Date: 3/6/2015 6:51:00 AM

It's all natural---so what's the big stink all about, lol ----well done Paul

Paul Schneiter
Date: 3/7/2015 7:31:00 PM

Thanks, Jerry. You write the truth, but these days one must be politically correct whether speaking from above or from below. I had a prof. who, during conversations w/ him, would loudly fart w/o registering embarrassment of any kind. (Maybe he was commenting on my essays.)

Lindsay Laurie

Date: 3/4/2015 8:41:00 PM

G'day Paul... Well done mate. You could have invented a new mode of transport here... or forcing arm guards to be put on the fuel tanks at airports. Catch you soon Paul - Lindsay

Paul Schneiter
Date: 3/7/2015 7:34:00 PM

Thanks, Lindsay—you're kind (and tolerant). The same story under your pen would have been light years better.

Jan Allison

Date: 3/4/2015 3:31:00 PM

lol you rose to the challenge brilliantly Paul:-) Hugs Jan xx

Paul Schneiter
Date: 3/4/2015 8:06:00 PM

Thank you, thank you, Jan. As I have said before, I treasure your words of encouragement.