A gorgeous young lady of Troy:
Posting limericks her only true joy.
She posted away
But to her dismay,
They didn't attract the right boy

So posting once more it began
And Helen, she showed her true hand.
Some were heard to mutter,
"We're into the gutter."
Yet still no sign of her man

In the end she had to go private
To me she wrote, "If you desire it,
Would you put up a poem
And some rhymes if you know 'em?"
I did; and now of Troy's fire, lit.

Limeraiku

The AWAD pooh-bah
went too far, but got (merde mot)
Away with hoo-ha.

Committed no crime
But yet I'm slapped. Spirit sapped.
Silent passes time.