There once was a girl from Seattle...

With apologies to Abby's elegant haiku, I present L Night in limerick:

Lamb is an oft forgot meat.
This week, it couldn't be beat.
Upon inspection,
Grilled to perfection!
So soft and easy to eat.

Lentils plus lardons plus leek,
Enough Ls to last the whole week!
(KAJ and her jargon...
they're bacon, not lardons.)
Add vinegar so it's not meek.

Today, Lo took the day off from work.
Hired help, revved his drill, went berserk.
He built a garage
And deserves our homage.
He made salad to boot! He's no jerk.

A pie, how hard can it be?
Simple. I'll try and we'll see.
The lemon was runny.
Meringue, kind of funny.
They ate it, though. Aren't they sweet?


And finally, two limericks for our lovely and generous L Night hosts:

There once was a girl from Seattle
Who ate bacon but did not eat cattle.
You may know her as Widge or
By the Veuve in her frigde or
....well, there's more, but her hubby won't tattle.

A landlord-type fellow with gumption
And a backyard for private consumption,
Says, "It's common, I swear!
They can look. Even stare!"
Oh Preston, that's some tax deduction.