Sunday, March 7, 2021

Today's Timericks.

 



My contact with cash is remote/the virus has left me afloat/drifting sans wages/with increasing stages/of not having one single groat.

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Even though we are desirous

to be rid of this darn virus

it mutates so very quick

that it still makes us quite sick --

so we still deal with Osiris . . . 


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When I'm gone, remember me

as one without much gravity;

I took my chances, blew a wad,

made mistakes, and sought for God.

Do not ask "What was the point?"

'Twas bringing laughter to the joint!








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