It makes me feel better to write Limericks and a couple of people liked the last few I posted. I’m going to write some new ones just for you all.

I once met a Ham surnamed Roberts.

His wife was a lovely peach cobbler.

We met at a picnic.

There weren’t any witnesses.

And thus no one to see me slober.

I met a Trans-Am once named Kit.

A sharp-looking car, I’ll admit.

But it came with this cycle

Who called himself Michael.

Who was always screwing up all our skits!