A month in, though mostly all pleased,
Missus started to itch and to wheeze,
When Gramps asked if okay,
“It’ll soon go away,
But I think I’m allergic to fleas!”

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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.

Sorry, I skipped yesterday. I got into writing a chunky piece of flash and when I looked up at the clock… Most of these limericks, I prepare the same day so this is all done very much on the fly. For example, I’m putting this one live manually – it’s only just written.