Taking boy for a walk, Gramps was slow,
For Stew spotted a cat, and gung-ho,
Like a demon, inspired,
He gave chase, ’til he tired,
Half a mile with poor Grandpa in tow.
This limerick may not make much sense on its own, but is the latest in a series. The others may be found here.
I’m going to try to keep these up, but probably won’t have the time to write every day.