Limerick for Driving into Tucson
There was a young chick from Tucson
Who was known far and wide as a cute-sun
But she caught a bad sickness
And died with great quickness
So fast that she died with her boots on
Limericks Written for Gramps on the Occasion of his 90th birthday
Carol Buzby: You've conquered the aging "disease" that brings lesser men to their knees. You're a vigorous man and you've proved you still can blow out the candles with one sneeze. On this day we party each year! And we all come to send you good cheer! We come via ZOOM and sing out-of-tune And then we will all disappear! Gramps, I'm sure it will give you a lift that we've shown such admirable thrift in choosing a way to remember your day with this heartwarming message, no gift! Unknown author: Don't you hate it when all your joints ache? All those candles are crushing your cake? We all think you're great, You should still celebrate And party on for Pete's sake! Unknown Author: Dick Miller -- a man of few words: He thought garrulousness for the birds. But the ones that he spoke were quite pointed. No joke! If just two words would do, then no thirds. Unknown author: For your birthday I made you a cake, which too...
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