Joke birthday limerick

By Paul London

Fat walrus

This is a rather silly joke limerick that I wrote for someone's "special" birthday. I apologise in advance for the lucky person who gets this poem - the verses come straight from the heart, I'm sure. Or the bottom - I'm afraid there is a mention of the dreaded fart word.

Please note: this poem contains adult language.

You're such a fat old bugger,
that you can barely walk,
your legs are bent,
your liver's spent,
- you dribble when you talk.

You're such a fat old bugger,
that you can't see too clearly,
your eyes are shot,
your farts are hot,
but we still love you dearly.

Happy birthday!

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