Two Birthday Limericks from Steve

 The Bard of Chingford Mount wrote two "cheerful" new Limericks on his 60th birthday. they follow:

Reaching 60 I will be very very old.

It won't be so bad I have been told.

Will soon need a new hip and knee.

Have to get up six times a night to wee.

And need a hat and cardigan to keep out the cold

Steve Marson


There is poetic licence in this equally cheerful second Limerick. He did not have a hernia, but struggled for a rhyme for laryngitis (which he did have quite badly)! ... and he did not spend the day in bed crying!

Those that say 60 is just a number are lying.

I am 1 year closer to dying.

I have laryngitis. 

A hernia that is hiatus.

And will spend my birthday in bed crying

Steve Marson

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