Dead Red Limerick.

Garry

There's a bed in the shop and it's red

There's a man on the bed and he's dead

He lay down to test

Which mattress was best

“i like… ” was the last thing he said

  • Author: Garry (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 11th, 2017 03:27
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 31
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Comments9

  • Fay Slimm.


    Witty and clever this limerick Garry

    • Garry

      Very chuffed you think so. Thanks for saying.

    • P.H.Rose

      Ha ha brilliant Gary
      Love it...

      • Garry

        Thanks for saying. Much appreciated.

      • Michael Edwards

        Ah brilliant - someone else posting limericks and a great one at that.

      • Garry

        Thanks for that. Glad you Iiked it.

      • WriteBeLight

        Poor guy 🙂

        • Garry

          At least he found a nice bed! And died in it. Peacefully one assumes, which is an ambition (?) most of us have. Unless of course the red bed was originally not red and the red was actually blood. In which case...
          But this is just my badness showing.

          • WriteBeLight

            I asked my self that as well. And, if and when I have to go I want it to be peaceful. You are correct! Thanks!

          • willyweed

            glad you stayed up last night Garry! very nice

            • Garry

              The things i do for art!
              I'm missing my darker side, which is only hinted at here.

            • Tony36

              LOL! Love it

              • Garry

                Very kind thank you.

                • Tony36

                  Welcome

                • elchupacabra

                  hahaha well done

                  • Garry

                    Thank you

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Good fun write.

                    • Garry

                      Thank ypu.



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