A banker joined a singles club
(Or so goes his account)
To date, but only got the snub,
And in no small amount.
He tried, much to his credit,
But their enmity accrued.
“I say, you ought your words to edit;
You’re really awfully rude!”
And when against a lass he liened
To tempt her with his hose,
Predictably, she countered mean:
“With that, you’ll never close.”
Another dame said he’s a wreck
And wanted but to bone.
“Good heavens, keep yourself in check,
And please leave me a loan.”
Another darling found him dull;
She just was not impressed.
“You may possess great principal
But I have zero interest.”
Rejection put him off his balance,
But to the wretch’s credit,
He’s back despite deterrence,
To reattempt deposit.
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Rhymes of horror, just in time for the holiday season. And it’s not just for Halloween!
You say I rob the cradle?
That merits no response.
It’s standard in my family:
Old uncles want new aunts.
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Disclaimer: This hardly needs to be said but here it is: this is fiction, plain and simple. No relation to my actual life or experiences. Have a laugh or bugger off–entirely your choice. 🙂
When I stopped going to the gym,
I lost my augmentation.
This caused a shrinkage rather grim,
Beyond my ex-pec-tation.
For laziness I’ve paid the toll
But I’m no slothy slouch.
I’m using my remote control
For curls upon the couch.
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“He’s frowning with such seriousness
But I can’t tell what’s the matter.”
“No worries; his imperiousness
Is just leaking out his bladder.”
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Of this remain aware
Next time your spirits fall:
Though life may not be fair,
It’s quite a carnival.
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You interpret my blush
As the sign of a crush.
Yet I’m actually lush
With the fermented mush.
Pardon my rush
But I’m going to gush.
Not sure if I’ll brush
But I promise to flush.
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