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By Peter Dunn:

 

Its 1243 AM

i'm stuck with a baby on my right arm who i dare not put down ot he'll wake up:bang:

I am SO bored.

Therefore:-

There was once a pod named brian
Whos theories his peers found quite try'in
He offers a smile
to folk who're infertile
But could not get his colleagues to buy in

There once was a pod called Spooner
Who would flame folk not later but sooner
He would get quite intense
About posts which seemed dense
To his brain which was astral and lunar

(weak line but how many words rhyme with spooner:mad:)

There once was a salesman named ed
Whose threads the admin learned to dread
He would push the limit
With his theory thats... not well thought of
Until Kevin called him a di*SNIP*

There was once a Pod named holland
Who was sleepless with what he had found
He said "i smell a rat
Cos the world is not flat
And we cannot rely on the ground!"

 

This limerick from OEDILF turned up n our alert system:

 

Here's a little poem I accidentally came up with whilst giving advice to a patient with diabetes:

If you see any blisters or cuts
Any redness or cuts
You must certainly get in touch with us!

Mifiros

 

Here is another:

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Another:

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