OUT OF BOUNCE
He wanted to be a juggler
but he didn’t have the balls.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Continuing with the daft couplets - only one more to go (for the time being)
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Once more my first laugh of the day Michael, thank you so much.
Back to serious on Monday. Thanks Andy.
I feel another swoon coming on! lol.
Can'tr beat a good swoon - or so Miss Berles says.
How many Berles are there? I know Cilla, Sylla her sister?' Matt/Meat Berles, and Anna Berles!
There are loads:
Mandy Berles (she's got big hands)
Blue Berles (stays indoors and only ventures out in spring)
Dumb Berles ( bit thick - got the weight on his shoulders)
There may be Mr Berle Esq too - some of his shows make me swoon! There's a Burledance Club (run by Mr and Mrs Berles?) fairly locally. Not that I've been there - two swoony to mention details - Ahem! Well, it doesn't give much details. Should I go along and find out?!
Oh you must and do feed back. The thought of it brings me out in berles.
A hearty laugh at this one.
Cheers dusk
Ooooooo UNCLE MIKE : You are naughty : but I like you ! Love ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡 Please check our DODECET : THANKSGIVING !
I know all about that part of the anatomy thanks to recent surgery - thankfully back to normal now.
Ooooh - - Mike - dare I say I understand this fully - ha ha - - -- -- -- -- P.S. Thanks once again for that dream of a watercolour - I love every one of your village scenes
So pleased you do - perhaps we could get him some - shall we have a whip round ? - errr perhaps that's the wrong expression lol 🙂
Michael,
How did I miss this bouncy shortie?!😂
Love the village painting!
~Laura~
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