Though fibro may hurt to the touch It seems you want drugs as a crutch But 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 Braeburn Are apples for which I oft do yearn, But Red Delicious? I am very suspicious That 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!
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"It's your turn," my wife voiced
Diaper duty she's trying to foist
Junior gives me a glance
As I feel his pants
And discover they are incredibly dry
Though fibro may hurt to the touch
It seems you want drugs as a crutch
But 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 Braeburn
Are apples for which I oft do yearn,
But Red Delicious?
I am very suspicious
That 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!
*dyslogia
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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