Nephews,

Last Saturday my blog began with these words: “I have ten nephews. They are all good guys.” 

My dear friend Paula J. in Cincinnati OH suggested that these could be the opening words of a novel.

Another friend, Sally C. in North Redington Beach, FL ventured that the words were suggestive of a limerick.

So I tried this:  (n.b.  the last word is pronounced reh-fuse not ree-fuse.)

"There once was a priest with ten nephews

Who oft thought that he was a fine muse.

When he scribbled a ditty

Those lads voiced no pity

But said: “trash, and rubbish, and refuse”

Dear Jane D in Greenfield, MA was much more creative.  Here is what she penned:

"Father Michael was Uncle to ten,
All hearty and healthy young men.
He loved them to pieces,
But what about nieces?
All roosters, and never a hen?"

Jane is the winner!