Random Limericks – or – Words Hate Me

Already I’m think I’m in trouble
This limerick’s crumbled to rubble
Before a word spoke
My amphibrach broke
And couldn’t be found now by Hubble

= = = = =

A limerick, would be the best
A dactyl or an anapest
But I don’t recall
My meter at all
By now I’m sure you’re unimpressed

= = = = =

These poems are meant to be bawdy
And not full of rhymes that are shoddy
But these are so low
I think I will go
Pretend to be Paul Giamatti

Tagged: Tags

3 Thoughts to “Random Limericks – or – Words Hate Me

Leave a Reply to Owen, the Beleaguered Servant Cancel reply