Life in Limericks – Twenty-Eight

The life of an elderly delinquent in limericks – with free optional snark…

 

When the poor and unloved f-bombs died
I’ll admit that I lay down and sighed
For the poor orphaned f**k
That ran out of luck
I looked into my beer and I cried

© jane jago

 

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