I suffered a fever and they thought it might spread
so I cancelled my holiday and stayed home in bed.
Well I did save some money
but it sure wasn’t funny
cos I can’t use it now cos I’m bloomin’ well dead.
- Author: Michael Edwards ( Offline)
- Published: September 10th, 2017 00:00
- Category: Unclassified
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A fine write an pic M. A similar thing happened to me. Someone said: Try holding your breath for 24 hours, to save some air for a whole day. I tried it - now I'm dead. Erm, strange that, can't understand it! lol
I do that with words Orchi - quite useful if they are available for later usage. A bit like floccinaucinihilipilification but trying to estimate when I can use it is a bit hopeless.
Why they shorten it to 'Flocci-nocci', or 'Flokky-Nokky'? It seems like it should be 'Flokky- Norsee'. Today's useless musings from me!
Can't beat a Sunday ramble.
Presumably your ghost wrote this fun write Michael.
Yes but he couldn't hold the pen so he dictated it.
Very clever. I very much enjoyed it
Thanks - a smile for the day.
lol Michael very British, well done
Thanks Bill - yes it calls for a cockney accent.
So they'd told M.E. it was nothing
But they carried him off in his coffin
So beware who u tell
when your feeling unwell
Cos you might be the last one laughin
ha ha ha love a bit of fun.
Brilliant stuff dusk - thanks for posting it
A good fun Sunday reading. Thank you M.E.
Glad it gave you a smile
Haha brilliant!
Thanks so pleased you liked it.
My JEWISH friend OBADIAH
Borrowed 500 quid
From his friend JEREMIAH
When poor JERRY died
Everyone cried For the Debt
People were scoffin'
But OBAD had the neck
Wrote a 500 pound cheque
And then threw it down
On the COFFIN !
Hope you like my LIM ~ thanks for yours BRIAN
Now that's some comment - cheers muchly Brian.
Haven't been on for a while and I come back to this....God your poems make me smile....said it before...I'll say it again....you make me think of Spike Milligan
And that is the highest praise - thanks so much Jooles
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