You think limericks are fun
I can’t write even one
I tell you I’ve tried
I’ve broke down and cried
You think limericks are fun.
I knew a young lady from France
Who invited me to slow dance
Declining her offer
I had much more to proffer
I once knew a young lady from France.
There you go again was the roar
You irresponsible bore
Writing words on a page
Call yourself a sage
Give it up and write no more.
Individual thinking
Ruined by
On going squabbles
Needs immediate attention
Yet we bury our heads in the sand.
(c) Chris Black 2017.