Limerick for my father

There lives a fat man I call dad
Eccentric, if not really mad
At the computer all day
He keeps rhyming away
Funny verses that make people glad

At the table today he did sit
Realising he could just about fit
Tapping his waist
While making egg paste
To gobble up every last bit

Now laughing at this silly rhyme
While whiling away all our time
Making big plans for dinner
But not how to get thinner
To dad, that's a really big crime

By Charlene Flanagan