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

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.