As poor Grandpa’s teeth chattered away,
In a glass, by his side, on the tray,
She gave him Salt of Ammonia,
For the poor guy’s pneumonia,
It was time Grandpa called it a day.
This limerick may not make much sense on its own, but is the latest in a series. The others may be found here.
Mister Bump 
LOL.. I am laughing as I read, thinking oh, how does one kill off a beloved character? 🙂 Or you could have him
like Merlin and live backward in time. Youthin instead of ageing.
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he’s got some life in him, yet, don’t worry
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😂 Time for him to hang up his walking stich, eh.
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Well, that will sure wake him up!
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