Bernard is at a loose end, and has emailed me some limericks:
There was a young man from Dumfries
Fell in love with a girl named Louise
Her best friend (called Mary)
Revealed she liked dairy
So he wooed her with slices of cheese.
There was a young man from Dundee
Who decided to run off to see
If the world was his oyster
And camembert moister
Than stilton, Red Leicester and brie.
In my youth I drank far too much cola
Which discoloured and damaged a molar
For a shiny new shilling
My dentist was willing
To repair it with ripe Gorgonzola.
There was a young beauty called Hedda
And all the boys wanted to wed her
One asked, ‘Would you risk it,
For a digestive biscuit?
And a slice of the best English cheddar?
Quite honestly, I think he’s just being silly.
Meanwhile, no word from Harold. I may pop round this evening, and see if he hasn’t made a bad situation even worse…
Thought for the Day
‘A publisher of today would as soon see a burglar in his office as a poet.’
Henry de Vere Stacpoole (1863-1951)