It's Wednesday, so it must be time for a limerick, featuring engulf, imminent, tamper.
To engulf these twelve beers so quickly,
Made my speech slurred rather thickly.
My grief I did tamper
For sorrows to damper
But vomiting... imminent... I'm sickly!
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12 beers! no wonder you felt sickly LOL great 3WW :o)
ReplyDeleteLOL! Never thought these prompt words would inspire something so hilarious :D
ReplyDeleteA drunken mess, yet another disaster
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how many times did you vomit after 12 beers? :D
ReplyDeleteenjoyed the piece!
I never thought of a limerick! As to your predicament.......serves you right!
ReplyDeleteHee hee, that was a cute one.
ReplyDeleteNo wonder!
ReplyDeletecolours lay bare my soul
That was just the warm up right? 12? Come on, admit it, it was the unmentioned tequila that got you... Nice 3WW. Love and Light, Sender
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