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SCRATCH CASH

There was a man with a rash

Who was told to rub it with cash

But all he had was cheque

Which didn't remove a speck

 

So to get him out of a fix

A kind lady

Let him use her threp'ny bits !

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<Deleted User> (10123)

Thu 15th Mar 2012 11:52

Hi de Hi, someone with nothing better to do eh? But alas I giggled and enjoyed it. Ta much, Nick.

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Yvonne Brunton

Wed 14th Mar 2012 00:56

I hope she kept her hand on her ha'penny!

<Deleted User> (10059)

Tue 13th Mar 2012 13:33

Did he spill his loose change all over the place? Nice one!

<Deleted User> (6895)

Mon 12th Mar 2012 16:50

HAHA!
another good laugh Mike.

One cannot better
being rubbed down than by
a ladies thrupp'nee bits.

Unless it is with an oily rag-
preferably soaked in baby oil-
and more preferably by a blonde babe!

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