Grandpa walked the streets, pensive and glum,
What to call the new dog, not a crumb,
But as they walked past the pub,
The tyke stopped, wouldn’t budge,
“Oh all right, just a quick one”, Gramps hummed.
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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 
He’s not going to name his dog the Queen’s Head is eh? 🤣
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I sense a Eureka moment coming very shortly 🤣
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As if any right-thinking dog would answer to Quick-One. 😂😂
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I haven’t thought of it yet but the dog must find something in the pub to give him a name.
I’ve been warned off “Pork Scratchings”. Think our American friendswould understand Snakebite? 🤣
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Snakebite? No. You could add a note of explanation, or write a snakebite limerick followed by a Grandpa post. Then you’d know who reads the limericks. 🤣
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Nah,if yuou have to explain it,it doesn’t work.
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He’s a chip off the old block 😁
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Like minded 😉
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Good grief all we need to add to Grandpa is a dog that drinks more than water…he’s a puP not puB, hopefully both
will find their way home. 🙂
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You ain’t seen nuthin yet!
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Of that I am sure . lol wonder which one will find the way home. 🙂
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I suspect they’ll both have trouble with “straight and narrow”
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I wouldn’t mind a dog like that! 😀
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