inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 27 April 2022, forego.
At the wedding, I indulged my vice,
When the cake appeared, took my ninth slice,
Without care for my sin,
Was about to tuck in,
When I caught my wife’s glare, and thought twice.
Mister Bump 
Jeez, it starts at the wedding reception. We can’t win……
Her choice of flower colours are nice….
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Ninth slice? Nice 😉
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it was. very.
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Seems like you should be able to have your cake and eat it too!
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that’s exactly what I thought 🤣
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Great minds, and all that.
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nine slices, two thinks… that’s my kind of balance. 🙂
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YUM
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burrrrp!
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Marriage doesn’t take long to ice. 😂
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Funny, get the same North Wind over here!
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They say we need the polar ice caps. Ah, well, enjoy the freeze. 😂
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He’s a bright bulb 💡
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Under the thumb already!
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😂
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One should never glare on their wedding day. Just think of the photos. With a good cake just hand me
a fork and glare away if you wish!
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exactly
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