A limerick is something you eat.

It’s round, and it’s ever so sweet.

      They’re quite easy to make

      And taste something like cake,

Or you may prefer mine, for a treat!

 

A limerick’s not easy to chew.

I expect this is something you knew.

       Your teeth will fall out,

       There isn’t a doubt,

And, tell me, what then will you do?

 

A limerick can’t increase your wealth,

But I’m told they're good for your health,

          But they’re dangerous too

          So, whatever you do,

Approach them with caution and stealth.

 

You’ll find things I write are not true,

Though I write them especially for you.

           I hope Edward Lear

           Will not now appear.

Oooh a ghost?  Well now what shall I do?

 

 

Copyright on all my poems

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