Here’s the last of the limericks on the elderly, for now, at least. No more have appeared on the slate, since that feverish moment last week. So it must have been a passing phase. Now, the limerick:
As mentioned earlier, I’m on a limerick streak, in terms of style, and on an aging streak, in terms of content. So far, on grandmas and physical changes like hair. (See all the poetry archives here, with other limericks about fans and frog warts.)
Today’s verse is on the eating habits of the elderly, which may not apply to all, of course. A caricature, certainly. But this is for fun, so here goes.