"It's your turn," my wife voicedDiaper duty she's trying to foistJunior gives me a glanceAs I feel his pantsAnd discover they are incredibly dry
Though fibro may hurt to the touchIt seems you want drugs as a crutchBut I have one inquiry,It's about your diary...How the hell can your hands write so much?Disclaimer: My mom has fibromyalgia, and I would never ever ever make fun of her, unless she were in this commercial.
Gala, McIntosh, Fuji, and BraeburnAre apples for which I oft do yearn,But Red Delicious?I am very suspiciousThat taste wasn't those breeders' first concern.
Though diagnosed with fibromyalgia,Sometimes I'm overwhelmed with nostalgia,Of days past and happy,Too bad my memory's crappy,Oh well, at least I don't have dislogia!
THIS IS TOTALLY RELEVANT TO YOUR POST'S CONTENT:There's a man with a voice made of gold,Who's wise words are quite often retold:Never gonna make you cry,Never gonna say goodbye,Never gonna stop gettin' limerick-rolled.-Sam
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