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Oh, write a limerick. Now there is a challenge! I will see what I can come up with. If the creative juices won't flow, I promise to drink one of those green milk shakes from Mc Donalds in your honor. Sleep well, get well, and my prayers and thoughts are with you.

Hi Deb,
Happy St Pat's day to you too. I am so glad your scope went well, yesterday.
Keep on Sleeping, don't fight it, enjoy it.
thanks for posting.
Prayers and Peace
Nancy

There once was a Brit girl from Dorking
Who found that she couldn’t stop horking
On St. Paddy’s Day
When she chugged away
All the beer that didn’t need corking.

There once was a nice girl in Texas
Who felt cramps in her solar plexus.
She laid down to rest
‘Til a stud in a vest
Took her away in his brand-new Lexus.

(Okay, so those aren't great, but they are first. Perhaps somebody else will be inspired to come up with something better.)

i know of a girl called DebUma
who prefers a cold beer to sleeping in a room-a
she took all her meds
and slept long in a bed
and now she's out and a-boom-a

i know, it's terrible. but i haven't had caffeine yet. i'll try again later.

There once was a Deb and a Zoe
On a beach they were drenched in aloe,
Soaking up rays
For bazilliondy of days
Til the yard it came time to be mow-ed.

I know. I know. It stinks worse than the hork.

Can I blame you when I pinch the kids ;)

Happy St. Patrick's Day to you Deb!
I will definitely drink something green in your honor, and since we are on our way to a baseball tournament, I will have all the parents with us toast to you tonight as well. Sleep, Sleep, Sleep
Cami

Ok, here goes. Sorry in advance if it stinks, I haven't made up doggerel since a kid.

There once was a young Madame from Madrid
Who had one wonderful, beautiful kid.
They both lived merrily together,
Dancing in shoes made of leather.
That happy young Madame from Madrid.

I hope this is you soon dancing like a crazy loon with your beloved Zoe.

x

Okay, I want to play! I just freaked out because

When I let my little poochie out to pee,
there was an awful sight to see
There by the pond
Was a snake oh so long
Eatting my very plump and pretty goldfishy!

This is true, and it's not the limerick I had worked so long on, but it just seemed to flow when I started telling the story. The adrenaline is flowing. Here's the one I worked on for you Queen:

There is this young broad from the City
She has a tummy that’s way twitty
Said the sign on her door
Please don’t hork on the floor
She wanted it to remain oh so pretty!

Okay, I'm done. I'll try and eat or drink something green.....you know, I should have told that snake that he didn't have to have fish on this Friday since the Bishop has decreed a dispensation for today. He's Irish and it's St. Patrick's day...so we can eat anything we want (he would prefer it to be cornbeef) but we have to substitute another day and not eat meat that day. Being a relatively newby Catholic, I didn't know these Big Dudes could do that!

Sleep, have wonderful dreams of Zoe and continue to kick that c's a!

Denise :)

Can we write a limerick about being drunk and pinching someone? :)

I'm Irish! Hmmm... I think I'll have some Bailey's in my cocoa tonight!

Love you Deb. Hang in there Sweetie.

Hugs,

How did you know I was bald?

There once was a young lady named Deb
Who posted her thoughts on the web
She watched TV and movies
And tried to feel groovy
While her sickness was beginning to ebb.

For the record - Deb is a tough rhyme.

All hail the Delftian Queen,
The scopes of her throat appear clean,
She knows she can do it,
Though she feels like sh t.
She's sick and damn tired of morphine.

I like the other pomes mo better but I made an attempt and that is all that matters. And I will pinch myself as I am not wearing green unless you count my eyes.

Call me when you feel better. Didja get the biopsy stuff back?

I will pinch all my kids for you Deb. I will drink
some Baileys, and I will keep cheering you
along. The Queen is NOT BALD, she is merely
lacking hair at the moment :)

Love
Shoshie

Hmm. In your condition, I'd ask for green beer. That might just be the catalyst to full recovery. :)

Me Irish Joke fer ye today:

An Irishman walks into a bar and orders three glasses of Guiness, drinking them one at a time. Noticing this odd ritual, the bartender explains that the beer goes flat when poured and informs the man his beer would be much fresher if he ordered one glass at a time.

The Irishman explains he began this custom with his two brothers, who have moved to America and Australia, respectively. This is their way of remembering all the time they spent drinking together.

The man becomes a regular at the pub, well-known for always ordering three beers at once. One day he walks in and orders only two beers. Assuming the worst, a hush falls among other patrons.

When the Irishman returns to the bar to order his second round, the bartender quietly offers his condolences. The man looks confused for a moment, and then explains, "No, everyone's fine. I gave up beer for lent."

I have no limerick talent --
but I will say that if you have a choice between sleep and yorch? go for the sleep...

I think of you every day!
every.
day.

The Queen's been kidnapped by a doctor,
Who scopes her, and pokes her, and prods her.
Still, she types with a grin,
wiping hurl from her chin,
This cancer is merely blog fodder.

Sorry... I'm a Duchess, not a poet laureate. But having Irish genes I thought I should at least try. May today's news all be lucky as a four leaf clover!

I think Patrick's is the best so far.I'm not Irish although I grew up in Holyhead where on a clear day you can see Ireland from the top of the mountain.

I've struggled back home tonight on a crowded tube packed with St Patrick Day revellers! Silly green hats a plenty but no green drinks that I could locate. I guess creme de menthe just doesn't cut it with serious drinkers.

Dear Queen,
No horking on St. Patrick's Day. Sleep is good
for you, helps your body, and helps you.

I had a spinach salad for lunch, that is my green
for the day. I don't like beer, and I will see if
I can find someone to pinch.

I think about you all the time, you are our hero.

XOXO
Nikki

Deb makes us laugh and Deb makes us cry,
All while on a giant and big morphine high,
May you get better and better each day,
So goodbye to the hospital you say,
No more problems with pee or your tummy
Just home to enjoy your Zoe.

There was a brave Queen at Debutaunt
Hospit-hotel Ritz was her current haunt
while cells from her brother were kicking ass
caring subjects near and far adored her enmasse.

Now, if that doesn't drive everyone to find something to drink, nothing will!

I'm praying that lots of luck shows up today along with the blessings and prayers and you start to feel better and stronger with every moment!

I've been out of da loop! I need to catch up on all these fun comments! I'm gonna catch up, and think of something funny or silly or do some pinchin'.

Sleep all you need our Queen of the Universe.

Love,
Dawn

PLEASE READ! PLEASE READ! PLEASE READ!

TOMORROW!!!!!!

Saturday, MARCH 18th from 9am to 5pm-

St. Maximilian Catholic Church
(on West Rd./Wheatland, west or outside of Beltway 8) -

is holding a Blood Drive in Debby's name.

Please donate.

*Even if you can't donate, maybe you can find someone who can.

It will be your GOOD deed for the day, and it will help my sister more than you will ever know.

See you there!

I am (at least part) and I did (at least a little).

May the Irish hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.

Dorothy, I mean Deb
just think of this ordeal as the Wizard of OZ, first Dorothy has to sleep because of the poppy fields then she goes home.
So enjoy the sleep and then you WILL go home.
You can, will and have to do this,Miss Zoe is waiting for you at the finish line.
thinking of you, Prayers and Peace
Nancy

Keep going through the poppy fields, for there is much to behold on the other side. :o)

Unfortunately, all my limericks are incredibly filthy. I'm sure even George Carlin would probably tell me to tone it down once I got going. So, I'll leave you with this:

"May those who love us, love us.
And those who don't love us, may God turn their hearts; and if he doesn't turn their hearts, may he turn their ankles so we will know them by their limping."

Yo Debuma,
My kids were thrilled that I told them my
assignment from you was to pinch them. I also
pinched my hubby Sam, he was pinched several times.

No green beer, I did have a glass of wine, I should
have put food coloring in that for you.

I pray today finds you feeling a wee bit better,
at least no puking.

Love,
Shoshie

Thinking of you today, Deb. My little girl and i are going to do some gardening and we'll plant some PINK flowers in your honor.
xo

Your Highness, my three-year-old has declared you to be well today. At breakfast we were talking about how sick you've been and he chimed in with, "But mommy, Deb is NOT sick. She's well." And I asked him how he knew, to which he replied, "Because she IS." So, there you have it, today you are well because you ARE.

Sometimes he is wiser than I will ever be. Hugs to you, dearie.