As old Grandpa looked past the steak pies,
Gazing wistfully into in her eyes,
When resistance was weak,
Felt a stab in his cheek,
As a splash of oil cut him to size.
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 
Another magpie 😂
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A Charmer at the chippy
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Suave subtle sweetheart
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I always loved a man who looked past his food to realize I was there. lol typical!!
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you mean you actually found one?
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An oily predicament.
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I’m sure someone will come to the rescue…
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His wife needs to drag the old coot out of there.
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well…
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Promises promises 😁
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LOL.. not really why do you think I live alone????? 🙂
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flatulence? 🤣
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no, that I can honestly say is not a problem, more like it’s in their brains 🙂
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😂 The temperature is rising!
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pop!
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