Sunday Afternoon
Often seems like Sunday afternoon isn’t long enough …
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Cyclist
A cyclist from London pedalled on until, He finally reached the brow of the hill, Then he free-wheeled down, To a pub in the town, Where he stopped and is said to be drinking there still. More limericks at musing75.com/limericks
Stuck In Traffic
Was stuck in a humongous jam earlier this week – so I’m back back on my favourite “unfavourite” topic …
Uncle
Not all uncles are equally diligent nor mature it seems …
Autumn
Don’t really have a favourite season – but if I did then autumn would be a strong contender …
Yesterday?
Easy enough to get confused, particularly if time has become a blur …
Badminton
Start of a new season – just remembered how tiring this game really is …
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Shaving
How to jazz up the mundane … just a little
Attic
There’s lots and lots of stuff, All piled within this space, It all looks rather jumbled, Though most things do have a place. Some is packed in boxes, Some of it is bagged, And for basic thermal reasons, The tank and pipes are lagged. It’s always rather chilly, Stacking Christmas bits away, And hot when […]
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