Limericks for David

“I’m chef of the kitchen; the grill’s not my job;
So manning a Weber is meant for a slob!”
But he fetched and he schlepped,
Which was fine but he kept
Heaping butter and parsley and scorn on the cob.

Sunbathing, a nudist while daiquiri sipping,
Had a deep thought, albeit not gripping.
He made a decision
About circumcision,
Without it, fellating is foreskinny dipping.

The hunger for games and things Mister Potter,
Means Kitness and Harry lead lambs to the slaughter
Entrapped, they are caught
Like Munch and Seurat
Small hope for the sun and none for the dotter.