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She Prattled At 25 Mph With Gusts Up To Ninety

There was once a lady named Babs Bower Who lived 'cross town on a street called Tower She could talk you to death Not coming up for breath Gabbed with gusts up to ninety miles per hour

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 11/27/2019 11:08:00 PM

Frghtening weather report if there ever was one, Bob! LOL. Hope this babe doesn't show up at your Thanksgvng table!... Happy Holiday! Season's Best, Gershon

Charles Messina

Date: 11/21/2019 6:33:00 AM

LOL...Women have a way of babbling, their motor-mouths just don't shut up sometimes. Great limerick, Bob. Charlie

Jan Allison

Date: 11/20/2019 8:35:00 AM

oh I know her too lol:-) hugs Jan xx

Robert L. Hinshaw
Date: 11/20/2019 3:04:00 PM

There are a lot of those types around, Jan, including men, I must admit. Best on you and as always thanks for taking time to read my nonsense - Bob

Lindsay Laurie

Date: 11/19/2019 9:52:00 PM

G'day Bob … are you sure she hasn't changed her name. I'm sure I knew her, and she could talk under water with a mouth full of marbles - thanks Bob - Lindsay

Robert L. Hinshaw
Date: 11/20/2019 3:05:00 PM

G'Day, Lindsay. I like your description of a talker better than that included in my verse! Best on you, Mate - Bob

Tom Cunningham

Date: 11/19/2019 8:33:00 PM

Haha , love it , made me smile as I know someone like that. Tom