by Jen Hunt, from the archives
Written to thank a wonderful father-in-law, who loved limericks, for taking his entire clan to Europe(England, France and the Isle of Jersey) for his 65th birthday
There once was a Brit lad named Alan
Who possessed a remarkable talent
For lim’ricks, rock-skipping
And low-water fishing
With grandsons in tow he looked valiant
Two relations who traveled together
Had names differing just in one letter
On the plane the crew claimed
They were one and the same
So they shared a seat and a large sweater.
There once was a generous gent
Who gave his kids 5,000 pence
And a UK jet ride
For his sixty-fifth’s pride
His renown for the act was immense.
