alas, she did not share the champagne

[incandescens]

After all that prattle about the Gashleycrumb Tinies, I have a Cunning Plan. (cackles, rubs hands together) Soon. Very soon.

The day was full of work. One of those days. Coworker appreciated her 60th birthday present (from the team, which I had been coordinating contributions/purchase of) - a bottle of champagne. Good champagne, even. Phew.

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(more Gorey limericks from The Listing Attic)

A young man of acumen and daring
Who'd amassed a great fortune in herring
Was left quite alone
When it soon became known
That their use at his board was unsparing.

As the breeches-buoy swung towards the rocks,
Its occupant cried, "Save my socks!
I could not bear the loss,
For with scarlet silk floss
My mama has embroidered their clocks."

A lady both callous and brash
Met a man with a vast black moustache;
She cried, "Shave it, O do!
And I'll put it with glue
On my hat as a sort of panache."

A lady born under a curse
Used to drive forth each day in a hearse;
From the back she would wail
Through a thickness of veil,
"Things do not get better, but worse."