Till Her Clock Goes Ding

There once was a lady from Bangkok Who wasn't really interested in talk Just do your thing Till her clock goes ding And make sure you don't forget your socks
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Smith Avatar
January 9, 2017 at 10:04 AM
I left without my favorite pair...lying on the old wicker chair...my feet got scabs...from all those crabs...I wish that memory would disappear
Ellison Avatar
January 9, 2017 at 10:15 AM
Whatta couple of limerick lovers, us two!!! You are GOOD, Mr. Tim!
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January 9, 2017 at 8:50 AM
The ding just registers cash//The cost of your little bash//she'll be nice//long's you pay the price//if not, you're tossed in the trash. SOCK ON JACKSON!!! Gotta go fix a bicycle, broke the chain way out in the desert yesterday. But you know what? At 74 DEGREES it was OK!!!
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January 9, 2017 at 9:22 AM
JEALOUS!!!!! Oh ya! Though I'm worried about you wandering off in the sand dunes! 74 degrees... humph! I only have to wait 6 months and we can match that!!! OK SMARTIE PANTS... ENOUGH! GOOD MORNING SIR JOHN JOHN!!!
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