Writing 201 _Limericks
There was a young spirit named Sue
Who loved to bring joy to a few.
She sang and she danced
And when happy she pranced,
So that’s how she beat back the blues.
There was an old man named Clyde
Who never ate salads, he just fried.
When the potatoes were done,
All the guests would run,
He’d simply tricked them so his eating he’d hide.
There once was a classy woman named Jane,
Who spent too much time on the plains.
When the suitors came ’round her
They never could find her
She had left all the chaps in the rain.
There once was a dapper named Stan
Who couldn’t make peace with his clan.
His friends all went a kilter,
Because he simply had no filter
So Stan had to shape a new man.