Back at table, old Gramps was tip-top,
But spied his drink, and the poor guy’s jaw dropped,
There seemed no reason why,
Grandpa’s glass was now dry,
‘Cept the whippet was licking his chops.
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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 found himself a drinking bud!
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I think he might!
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Jack the Rabbit
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Oh, I know what his name is: Mingin or maybe Blotto. Which is it?
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Who’s a bad boy then. hiccup
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This might be something he lives to regret.
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Now he can always use him for the excuse. He wanted just one more.. lol My goodness he could be leggless, sloshed or sozzled. Wonder who would drink who under the table?
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