This morning we woke to bright sun.

This good weather seems to go on.

Yet it’s still winter time

And I cannot rhyme

So now this poor limerick is done!

We went to the market last week.

And saw a young man with a beak

His father was a duck.

What very bad luck.

Because beaks make it harder to speak!

We saw lots of ripe fruit and berries

I am tremendously fond of red cherries.

So we bought two bags full

And proceeded to Mull,

Though personally I prefer Kerry.

Mulling is useful sometimes

Especially when one’s short of good rhymes.

But mulling too much

Is not beneficial as such.

Because it causes  deep grooves in our minds