Limerick Poem

There once a guy named Bob

He had a very big gob

He ate all of his hens

Then nothing was in the pens

And then he had no job

Family Dinner Haiku Poem

The alarm goes off

I realise dinner is ready

I walk towards food

Chewing on my Beef

Succulent, tender in my

Mouth, steam floating up

The cutlery down

The plate cleaned up, there's none left

Picking the plate up

Even or Odd numbers

When you turn 100 years old