LIMERICKS (April 2025 contd August 2026)

My favourite poet is Keats
His work brings many treats
From "Season of Mists"
His genius kissed
He really is one of the greats

My favourite of course is Bill Yeats

My favourite poet is Keats
His work brings many treats
From “Season of Mists”
His genius kissed

My favourite poet is Keats
His work brings many treats
From "Season of mists"

My favourite poet is Keats
His work brings many treats

My grandad’s from London’s East End
Bow Road’s where his youth he did spend
Blind Beggar his manor
Guv’nor his banner
A man on whom you could depend.

My favourite poet is Keats

My Grandad's from London's East End
Bow Road's where his youth he did spend
Blind Beggar his manor
Guv’nor his banner

My Grandad's from London's East End
Bow Road's where his youth he did spend
Blind Beggar his manor

My Grandad's from London's East End
Bow Road's where his youth he did spend

My mother was Cornish all through
She assumed that everyone knew
She loved climbing hills
Just one of her skills
And she'd made a pasty or two

My Grandad's from London's East End

My mother was Cornish all through
She assumed that everyone knew
She loved climbing hills
Just one of her skills

My mother was Cornish all through
She assumed that everyone knew
She loved climbing hills

My mother was Cornish all through
She assumed that eveveryone knew

Great uncle Rhys came from Wales
Which is known for its singing males
Welsh male voice choirs
While away the hours
And their joyfulness never fails.

My mother was Cornish all through

Great uncle Rhys came from Wales
Which is known for its singing males
Welsh male voice choirs
While away the hours

Great uncle Rhys came from Wales
Which is known for its singing males
Welsh Male Voice Choirs

Great uncle Rhys came from Wales
Which is known for its singing males

My grandfather was a proud Scot
For others he gave not a jot
A Celt through and through
With a ach aye tha noo
He loved his haggis hot pot.

Great Uncle Rhys came from Wales

My grandfather was a proud Scot
For others he gave not a jot
A Celt through and through
With a ach aye tha noo

My grandfather was a proud Scot
For others he gave not a jot
A Celt through and through

My grandfather was a proud Scot
For others he gave not a jot

This grandmother kept the odd pig
And swore that it could dance a jig
And just for a craic
We kept coming back
Just to see the pig smoke a cig

My grandfather was a proud Scot

This grandmother kept the odd pig
And swore that it could dance a jig
And just for the craic
We kept coming back

This grandmother kept the odd pig
And swore that it could dance a jig
And just for the craic

This grandmother kept the odd pig
And swore that it could dance a jig

My grandmother was Irish born
Her stories and jokes were well worn
She cooked Irish stew
Danced a jig or two
And made us strong tea every morn.

This grandmother kept the odd pig