A phonograph nerd called Fred Tweedle
was causing quite an upheaval
he complained he was itching
his earlobes were twitching
I think he’d got fluff on his needle.
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Michael Edwards (
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Good write and pic M. lol.
Ta Much A Berles Orchi
There was a young lady [sur]named Berles.... What's next?
The antidote to fellatio... fluff on his needle.
Such a boon to round off his dates
he played her scratchy old seventy eights
but His Masters Voice
wasn't quite her choice
nor was ending up washing plates
His neighbors complained tat and tittle
were they upset - quite a little
but a soluton was found
when they each called around
and sat on something quite brittle
all his neighbors' whinges and moans
had upset poor Fred's gallstones
so now in his lobby
his entertaining new hobby
is to blast on his new sousaphone
I'm loving your limericks, todays is an absolute cracker
I just knew you'd post some gems - thanks for the laugh and kind words.
You missed the one's about your farmer the other day
Good, write good art, Michael.
Thanks Jerry.
That fluff can be so disheartening on any needle Michael.
Very good limerick and artwork.
Andy
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