(limerick) May Be Too Much Iron Poem by WES Vogler
(limerick) May Be Too Much Iron
A theory I'd like to put forth
Too much iron (in pill form of courth)
When I thtretch my armth
I thet off alarmth
And I thlowly turn to the north
(and it may make you lithp)
Lithp.. Lithp.. Oh lithp.. Very funny.. sounds a bit like Hamlet's Ghost. You could apply for the part. I'm sure you'd be a Wow on stage. Your budgie could sit in your shoulder and cry " pieces of Eight"
My budgie hangs from the peak of my cap, looking me right in the eye in what I like to think of as a fond look He is not much of a talker as yet but he warbles and tweets right along with the tv sopranos
thank you I needed that I am keeping my budgie company but otherwise it's awfully quiet around here
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8/17/2025 8:51:04 AM # 1.0.0
Thith ith funny! .