There once was a lassie called H …
Short and sweet this week. Firstborn (aka ‘H’) told a friend that “my dad writes a limerick a week”. Her friend apparently thought that was the opening line of a limerick itself, so, at Firstborn’s request, here is one that does start that way:
My dad writes a limerick a week
They’re poems of a sort, so to speak.
It keeps him amused
Whilst the best are infused
With a bawdy, irreverent streak.
(Except they’re not really bawdy or irreverent more’s the pity).
