Grandpa’s smile cut like knife through a fog,
And he beamed at his wife, mouth agog,
She whispered sweet in his ear,
“If it’s lard that you fear,
Then I think we should get us a dog.”
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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 
A fat dog? Or a dog with already clogged arteries?
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Don’t you have that phrase there?
If someone is fat here, it’s not uncommon to hear them, described as lardy.
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Lard ass? Yep. Larry doggie, nope.
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Yes, indeed nothing takes the “lard” off as walking. And walking with a fur friend makes it even better.
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I know someone who will agree!
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A dog? I don’t think this old boy is up to that sort of responsibility. 😂
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You might be right. But worth finding out 🤣
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A dog? This is going to mean trouble 🙄
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I hope so!
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Dogs are great therapy and grandpa needs a bloodhound or a German shepherd imo
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no, there is only one dog for Grandpa!
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