An Overseas Volunteer

Steve can write Limericks very quickly about events of the day. This one concerns a volunteer who lives part of the year in the UK, and the rest overseas.

In the library I have a pal.

Her name is Michelle Jamal.

Years ago she left these shores.

For a country with archaic laws.

And now she supports Al Hilal.

(Al Hilal is a Saudi football team)


Steve Marson

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