trentstillworksfromhome
Chatty Member
My Simone limerick.
There once was a chick called Simone
She frothed over bots and the spon
Her clothes sales were huge
But not for the Refuge
Turns out she’s no more than a con
My mate Trent he woke up with a fright
All his clothes were two sizes too tight
“There’s no money,” his wife said,
“Get in that storage shed,
“And sell toner all day and all night!”
There once was a chick called Simone
She frothed over bots and the spon
Her clothes sales were huge
But not for the Refuge
Turns out she’s no more than a con
My mate Trent he woke up with a fright
All his clothes were two sizes too tight
“There’s no money,” his wife said,
“Get in that storage shed,
“And sell toner all day and all night!”
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