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Willy Whipple was a bread baker
Whose wife thought him a faker.
She called his bread awful
Comparing it to offal.
So Willy did up and forsaker.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Laurie Avatar
September 30, 2015 at 10:56 PM
So got a visit from an undertaker - would be just as appropriate Paul. Thanks again - Lindsay
Schneiter Avatar
January 9, 2016 at 9:46 PM
Sorry for the l-o-n-g delay in responding, Lindsay. Thank you for stopping by. I do appreciate it. I also appreciate your wonderful story poems.
Nunez Avatar
September 24, 2015 at 10:45 PM
No, keep it. It's perfectly fine. This type is the bonehead limerick, a style favored by Edward Lear, right? Kind of nonsense but when you think about it, has more sense that what one initially credits it with. I myself am partial to limerick form, if you have noticed. hugs!
Nunez Avatar
September 24, 2015 at 12:29 AM
oh! Bad wife...and sensitive husband...better part ways...:-)
Schneiter Avatar
September 24, 2015 at 10:19 PM
It's kind of you to comment, Kim. Thank you. As limericks go, maybe this one should be gone. hugs xxx
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