A limerick a week #13

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).

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LanterneRouge

😎 - Former scientist, now graduated to a life of leisure. - Family man (which may surprise the family; it certainly surprises him). - Likes cycling and old-fashioned B&W film photography. - Dislikes greasy-pole-climbing 'yes men'. - Thinks Thea Gilmore should be much better known than she is. - Values decency over achievement.

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