Gershon Wolf Poet Limerick

Toot-Toot, Doggone It

There was this entrée; they called it bean soup
My pet tasted some, then let out a whoop --
   Doggone it, I exhaled
   As Fido wagged his tail --
While I removed all his stench from the stoop...

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Caren Krutsinger July 10, 2019 at 8:06 PM These limericks are making me smile tonight. Gershon Wolf July 11, 2019 at 11:23 AM O.K., Smile -- but hold your nose! :) gw

Kim Rodrigues July 10, 2019 at 2:55 PM He felt better and you got left holding the pooper scooper :) Gershon Wolf July 10, 2019 at 4:03 PM I guess I won't be using it for my ice cream scooper anymore, either...

Anne-Lise Andresen July 10, 2019 at 2:18 PM .... :))) ... love it :))) Gershon Wolf July 10, 2019 at 4:02 PM --As long as you don't wallow in it, Anne-Lise! LOL! :)

Jan Allison July 10, 2019 at 1:58 PM soup poop at its finest lol, ha ha ha love it GW:-) hugs Jan xx Gershon Wolf July 10, 2019 at 4:02 PM I was really pooped after writing this one, Jan! LOL. :)