Nailed

There was a roofer named Bob Ringles Who liked to go to dances for singles. There he met his soul mate Who OK'd a wedding date. 'Til she learned Bob had the shingles.

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Lindsay Laurie

Date: 6/18/2015 9:24:00 PM

G'day Paul... I caught shingles once mate and let me tell you, I would have changed a wedding date for being euthanized... and the bloody doctor laughed! Another good one Paul - Lindsay

Paul Schneiter
Date: 6/18/2015 10:30:00 PM

Indeed, shingles inflicts a hellish brand of torment. I'm sorry you had to experience that. My brother-in-law had it in his eye! It's a miracle it didn't drive him crackers. Thanks for commenting, Lindsay.

David Fisher

Date: 6/18/2015 8:27:00 PM

That's a good one, Paul. Wish I thought of it.

Paul Schneiter
Date: 6/18/2015 10:35:00 PM

Thanks, David. And I wish I had thought of some poetry you have created, which is exquisite.