I spent July 4th with my lifelong friend Jerry and his wife Rosana. Jerry is my buddy that has an uncanny way of supplying me with material for my limericks and once again, he came through for me. And he does it without even trying.
We were out on the patio enjoying the day doing what come naturally for us – lots of good natured utzing. If you can’t bust your best buds balls whose balls can you bust? I was firmly planted in a lawn chair with beer in hand most of the afternoon when Jerry advised me to get up and move around before atrophy set in….and it led to this….
Over the Fourth of July celebration,
I did a little lawn chair meditation.
To avoid atrophy
I’d get up and pee,
Then grab a cold one and resume vegetation.