Fancy writing a group limerick ?

And hopes they aren't slowly advancing!

She hides in a hut

(As in mating!)

When it comes to the rut

To see deer in a field who are prancing

Sometimes it sets her feet dancin'

And food from the saucepan she's pickin'

Swilling down some strong lager,

So she's back at the Aga

And the pepper that set her nose itchin'

But she misses her time in the kitchen

She now works big time in the media.

In culinary skills she was a mere baby

It wasn't to be, for this young laydee

Did this brave young lass called Ophelia,

She thought she'd compete with Delia

Gransnet time now would be nil.

No time to be gossipy

She selected a recipe.

She decided to go for the kill

Encouraged by her culinary skill

Made pease pudding fit for the gods.

Then chopped and creamed them

She went home and steamed them

She wanted mange-tout,- really pea-pods,