A little limerick for Michael before I make dinner. His will be much better.

Well isn’t that sad, the he,

Might complain 'cause he wanted to be

Up there with the gals,

Being seen as their pals,

Just by writing a riddle-me ree!

Yet we gals must be known you know

To at least give this doc man a go.

Write a limerick that’s fun

As he sits in the sun,

He might even cream in some dough.