The Life and Writings of DR. GORDON MARSHALL WARD, Beloved By All Who Know Him
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Gordon Marshall Ward 1985

I have a young grandson named Kevin,

He's now three years older than seven.

His rhymes are so good

I'm sure that he could

Be a poet before he's eleven.

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Whenever I'm tempted to borrow,

I just put it off till tomorrow.

If I swallow my pride

And put scruples aside,

I know it will cause me much sorrow.

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Tom' tells me he plays golf for fun

But he always keeps me on the run.

Each day when we play '

He's certain to say

He's making the next hole in one.

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The Maple Leaf golf course is great

As long as you hit the ball straight,

But I hook and I slice

And ignore all advice,

So my ball hits the water in spate.

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The Maple Leaf golf course is tough;

The hazards are more than enough.

'Tween bunkers and lakes

That's all that it takes

To keep my ball out of the rough.

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When winter comes roaring like hell,

We flee to Port Charlotte, F L.

We miss all the snow In Ontario.

We find this a good -place to dwell.

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There once was a golfer named June

Who liked to tee off before noon.

With birdies galore

And pars by the score

She should have been playing at Troon.

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At golf I contend I'm a duffer,

But certainly I'm not a bluffer.

For if I mark par

When bogie's the score,

Then I am the one who will suffer.

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When Christmas comes round every year,

think of our friends far and near.

With letters and cards

We send cur regards.

We cherish each friendship so dear

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There once was a man who was single

He didn't believe in Kris Kringle

Like scrooge he said Bah!

And to children Ha Ha!

I'm sure that's why he remained single.

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Today it is rainy and gray;

The sun has been hiding all day.

Our golf is denied

So we all stay inside

And wait till the clouds roll away.

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This winter has been very cold.

In north and in south, I am told,

All records were broken.

This may be a token

The ice age returneth two-fold

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The flu-bug has hit us again.

It flattens both women and men.

With sneezes and drips

And sore throat and lips

It lasts for five days, maybe ten

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Gordon Marshall Ward 1985