A manic young poet named Moore,
Penned poems ’til his butt became sore.
He was reminded, at last,
To rescue his ass,
Because Grubhub had come to the door.
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A manic young poet named Moore,
Penned poems ’til his butt became sore.
He was reminded, at last,
To rescue his ass,
Because Grubhub had come to the door.
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Thank-you!
Oh, how we all can relate!
LOL…. We definitely can relate.!
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Perfect for the moment
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Too funny! Very, very relatable . . .
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I appreciate a good limerick — especially when it makes me laugh.
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Hahahaha! How you made me laugh! You really made a great picture of someone tied to a chair, writing away, who would get up only to get food. 😂