inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 3 December 2021, profit. Inspired to go with a homophone today – I’ll let other people worship their profits..
When she bought up a store selling gas,
Her husband had gloomed, she was crass,
But this prophet of doom,
Had inhaled all the fumes,
So his wife put a match to his ass.
Mister Bump 
Ouch 😁
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Serves him right.
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Boom boom!
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Winter gloom is setting-in across the pond or by Friday the Brit Poemecists have wearied of playing nice – we see some true color (some of it blue) across the page. I personally liked this one. Mostly for the honesty of expression. Well done.
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You’d be surprised how little time it takes me to dream these things up.
Well, no, you probably wouldn’t 🤣
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Haha! Brilliant!
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Ouch!
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Explosion of 😂😂
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Shut him up for sure.
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😁👍
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Tsk tsk.
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