Another entry in the Gaskell book of bad poetry …
I was having a cuddle with my daughter this morning and she was all hay-fevery. I was inspired to create this limerick (not bad for before 8am I thought!). Improvements to make it rhyme/scan perfectly are welcome!
A girl with a musical sneeze,
Thought it was quite a good wheeze,
To toot her atishoo,
But forgot the issue,
Of wiping the snot on her sleeve!
Alternatively – do you know any bookish limericks? Do share..
