Jack Ellison Poet Limerick

My Hero Dad

My Dad at the ripe old age of sixty-one
Rode a one gear bike farther than most have done
Proving at his age, though retired
Could ride over seven hundred miles
Needless to say, a hero of mine and everyone

(Montreal to Toronto and back)

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Russell Sivey September 2, 2017 at 4:13 AM What a fabulous write, I loved reading this glorious and wondrous poem this morning! You have delighted me with this humorous poem, what a piece of art, Great Work!! Jack Ellison September 2, 2017 at 7:28 AM WHOOOAAAA!!! It's my dear friend Russelll! Great hearing from you but don't push it... we'll wait!!! CHEERS!!!

Patricia Cresswell September 1, 2017 at 9:07 AM Kudos to Jack's dad!!!!!!! Like this poem a lot. Jack Ellison September 1, 2017 at 9:19 AM Thanks... needless to say, he was my hero! Sadly passed away at age 67 from cancer!!! :( xxx

Lim'Rik Flats September 1, 2017 at 8:32 AM He'd be my hero too//Almost as much as you//I can't bike that far//my rear gets a scar//Which is a challenge to un-do. GOOD MORNING JACKSON!!! Jack Ellison September 1, 2017 at 9:10 AM YUP! Took him 4 days there, 3 days back... between Montreal and Toronto! Some nasty hills in between! MY HERO! GOOD GOOD MORNING JOHN JOHN!!!