After six months, my grandpa recovered,
His young missus, a dear, fondly mothered,
Then, despite dicky ticker,
He got into her knickers,
And right now they’re expecting another.
This limerick won’t make much sense on it’s own, but is the fourth in a series. Other posts may be found here.
Mister Bump 
Even individually they make perfect sense.
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I must be improving 🙂
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I’m a fan of your limericks. The ability to make a person smile is a gift.
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I absolutely agree. That’s why I like to write them. If I can improve, even slightly, somebody’s day for such a small effort on my part, it has to be worthwhile.
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I second that sentiment and the limericks are very clever
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Dear. dear Grandpa just keeps on going. Like the energizer bunny.
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A new lease of life, I think.
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ah, just remember leases can be revoked.
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hmmm… maybe… I’ve a feeling he might go on for a bit yet, though!
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Absolutely hilarious (the whole series)! 👍🏻👍🏻🤣🤣
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Thanks
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Keep them coming please…!,
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Wow 😉❣️❣️❣️
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He leads an exciting life, your granddad. I’m jealous! 😂
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Don’t worry Hobbo, you won’t tomorrow.
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Oh no! Spoiler alert!
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Pretty sad when we all envy an old man.. 🙂
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I don’t envy the poor bugger – I know what’s in store for him!
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Oh, that’s right, you know the outcome 🙂 I think I do to… lol
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maybe 🙂
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Oops 🤪
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Excuse my dyslexia
but did you say
ticky dicker?! 😎
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heehee
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