Hot to trot…
No sooner had Callie, my border collie, recovered from her runny tummy (see last week’s post), than mine came out in sympathy, so this week’s limerick is unfortunately on the same topic, but I promise that it will be the last scatological verse for a good while.
His tum caused enormous disruption
That continued without interruption
‘Cos a case of the trots
Meant he ‘went’ lots and lots
And dreaded the next mass eruption!
