Wits on the fiddle:

As cold as ducks’ bills
As bold as no Will
As told to my Phil.
Was tmould in my pills?
Though old, he still kills
Once cold,I was thrilled
It fit on her girdle
Bite me for a giggle
Writs on the table
Lit up his dabbles
He gifted his marbles
Without a prayer for the world
Without a hair, there’s no curl
We doubt hares can be hurled
Without a pair of wives pearled
So stout yet she twirled.
Such gout,he pre- paled
A diamond,it’s a laugh
As rhyming ,it’s enough
We lined t’horses by ‘t trough
Our Raymond ,he’s tough
He wryly punned as a bluff
Simon, what a puff!
Suave as a python
Waves on my timeline
Grave as a deacon
Maeve’s on the beacon
As brave as folk leaking
Gave me a tea can
Wake up,I am missing
Get up,I need kissing
Make up @We’re still flossing
Made cuff? from my knitting
Stay top of the listings.
My mop now needs washing
As brave as when dying

Published by Katherine