Might be the whiskey he’d drunk was to blame,
But for some reason, the pooch was now lame,
Grandpa grunted and groaned,
As he carted him home,
But at least he’d now thought of a name.
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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 
Do they have AA for doggies?????
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Walk it off, as the old adage goes.
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Grandpa walked it off for him!
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Not whiskey ? My vote is Jack
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No cigar, sorry. I’ll tell you tomorrow.
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👍
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Grandpa is a bad influence 😂
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Or the dog is?
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The whippet? Never 😮
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ahahahaah … I had a dog name Brandy. He was a hermaphrodite. First one the vet had ever scene.. 😂 Brandy’s are special like your poem
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Did the vet snap?
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He was thrilled!!
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