By barrowlass
My Grandad had a wooden leg, he used it to prop up the bed. He and Grandma got frisky, which was rather risky, and now poor Grandad is dead.no disrespect to Grandad - he'd have seen funny side of this limerick, particularly as he DIDN'T have a wooden leg. Written September 4th, 2001 © on Sep 04 2001 06:26 AM PST 0 • 14
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"My Grandad had a wooden leg,..."
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"My Grandad had a wooden leg,..." by barrowlass
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