There once was a lovely young nurse
To whom hiking and camping was not averse
What began with a “hello”
From a young handsome fellow
[can you finish my limerick for me?]
My mom and dad met when she was working nights as a nurse. My father had the job of picking up IV bottles from the inpatient floors and bringing them to Central Sterilization. (It’s a job that no longer exists. Thanks, plastic.)
Anyway, as he was making his rounds, she and my father started chatting about hiking and camping in New England. The rest is history.
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 