After two weeks, Grandpa was on mend,
But ’bout his missus was at his wits end,
At a very low ebb,
He went onto the web,
And he ordered some gifts, to amend.
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 
Grandpa gets it 😁
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he’s getting better! until tomorrow!
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The saga continues 😁
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🤣 I’m keeping my fingers crossed that he hasn’t ordered sex toys!
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… you don’t know how close you are. But I figured most readers would consider it poor taste.
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😂 very wise!
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Oh don’t give him any ideas
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Oops.
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Now if he’d placed his own ad in the paper, she might’ve replied and been pleasantly surprised when she saw who was waiting for her. 😂😂
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he managed to get himself online, so you never know!
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Now I’m worried
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not half as worried as him 🤣
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Oh geesh! how about just a blow-up doll to keep him company?
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Or to give them something to chew on!
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Kaboom?
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heehee. But he might let them starve in future.
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