137 – No Rolo Just Polo

Poem number 137
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No Rolo Just Polo
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I gave my wife a Rolo
On the day that we got wed
She choked upon that Rolo
Sadly, now my wife is dead.
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The thing about a Rolo
Is it’s solid, like a mole
Whilst other sweets, like Polos
Are designed to be a hole.
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Don’t give your wife a Rolo
Or her face will go all blue
Offer her a Polo
Which will let the air flow through.

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