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Tune averse

A whistler went outside to play; He got a bit carried away. While playing his whistle, He fell in some thistle; I heard that thing three miles away! A young whistle maker's gone daft! Seems he lost it while honing his craft. He upset his chances For further romances When he drilled the note holes in the shaft. A buxom young whistler, all that, Found her whistle impeded by fat. She had liposuction And an ample reduction, But now she's a little bit flat.

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Date: 3/11/2022 8:46:00 AM
Outstanding limericks here. I think you nailed the tune.
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Date: 3/10/2022 7:03:00 PM
Superb limericks, Jeff. You have a real gift with this form, of course. They rhyme and flow perfectly. I have such a time with them!
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Date: 3/10/2022 6:56:00 PM
Very good limericks, indeed.
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Date: 3/10/2022 4:27:00 PM
Sharp penning, Jeff. Esp. that last stanza. Write on! ~ Gershon
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Jeff Kyser
Date: 3/10/2022 4:59:00 PM
thanks, we're actually making tin whistles (well, my son-in-law is) at my barn, so there's at least a small connection here :-)