Alone each limerick can stand
but together i have forced them to band
A creative juice
is running loose
and limericks spring from my hand.

Maybe it's the return of the sun
but i can't seem to stop, once begun
couplets i parry
of my sanity, i'm wary
But of the crazies, you always knew, i was one!

Who else will take on the chore?
Of limericks, i have plenty in store!
I'd do a haiku
if i knew, how to,
Though Spam isn't a theme i adore.


my other obsession