and before I had a chance
to sit on my chair
the manager was there
was I the writer perchance?
I confessed the writer was me
I had posted a Limerick you see
on the limerick thread
and in The Star he had read
about Vera, Celia and me.
I realised my fame had spread
But I didn't let it go to my head
I heard the songs of our era
with Celia and Vera
And we sang and we danced with Fred
Maureen Taylor, Vicar LaneFor more poems, click here.READ MORELatest sport.Your lettersEntertainment news.The full article contains 112 words and appears in Sheffield Star newspaper.
