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The Ides of March

Saint Patrick feared the Ides of March
So Jesus filled his robes with starch
Saint Patrick said,
"I must be dead!
This coffin feels like sold larch!"

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Carolyn Devonshire

March 19, 2021 at 1:18 PM

Ouch! That had to hurt! When I was learning to iron, I starched my father's underwear. Poor man never complained. Nice limerick! Hugs, Carolyn

Carolyn Devonshire

March 14, 2021 at 2:13 PM

Ouch, that must be painful! When I was little and learning to iron, I starched my father's underwear. He noticed. Let's give St. Patty a better robe for his eternal rest... Hugs, Carolyn

Rico Leffanta

March 15, 2021 at 11:32 AM

The Commander of Sembach AFB was a starch nut; fatigues returned from the Base Laundry were not only bullet-proof, but able to stand at attention without anyone in them, so pity your poor father! Aloha! Rico