Flibbertigibbet
Choose your words carefully...
His wife was a flibbertigibbet
Whose blatherskite tested his limit
So, flummoxed he go'ed
to canoodle a toad
and guffawed, "when I snog her, she ribbits!"
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Kelsey Thompson
Kelsey Thompson resides in the Washington, DC area and writes about love and confidence.
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