My family’s not having much luck,
My auntie got hit by a truck,
Took ten men to render,
And peel from the fender,
You might say she had come unstuck.
you might want to read this in conjunction with my “uncle” poem, what I wrote a few hours ago.
And, before anybody comments, I realise that people do get hit by trucks, and that it is tragic. All deaths are tragic. They are also unavoidable, so how else can we look at death, except with a strong dose of humour?
There’s some more family nonsense here:
Mister Bump 
I enjoyed both limericks. Thank you.
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I had this idea – I think my family is going to get wiped out, one by one!
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How else but? Death, life, and poorly made coffee. Humor. As essential as blood itself to life. Good write, great afterwords.
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Poor, poor gentleman Skip
Fell into a hole while blabbing his lip
There he remained
In the sewer contained
Looking up caused a terrible trip
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🤣🤣🤣. Do you notice that smell?
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I have a cold 🤭
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