Whilst rearranging my house I discovered an old notebook of my jottings.
Unless you stop me, over the next few weeks I shall share some of the doggerel with you; starting with one of a number of limericks that I composed for a reason which now escapes me.
My dotty old aunty from Putney,
Was known far and wide for her chutney,
When eaten with cheese,
It just made one sneeze,
But t'was heaven when spread on a cut knee.