When people go on holidays
They come back with many things,
It used to be a stick of rock
Or a suntan from the beach
And memories of fine times.
We came back this week
And I returned with something,
I returned with a cold!
ATISHOO!
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 15th, 2026 01:00
- Comment from author about the poem: I should have been playing croquet this afternoon but I reckon the force of my sneezing would send the balls across the lawn. LOL.
- Category: Humor
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Comments2
Maybe that's just Mother Nature's way of telling you to build less sandcastles next time, Andy Tell ya from experience - they never last ..tide comes in... the wind chill during your labours...
Get well soon Gold.
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