When the news is full of fearful and frenzied happenings, it’s not easy to stay grounded, or even to raise a smile. So I thought it was time for a limerick. I’d love to see what you can come up with. Here’s a silly one from me:
There was a young writer called Sam
Who as he typed, ate berries and ham,
He wrote about pigs
Wearing bright pink wigs,
Rolling in puddles of jam.