There was a young man from Peru
Whose limericks stopped at line two
There once was a man from Verdun
There once was a man from the sticks
Whose limericks stopped at line six.
They were fine till line five
Then they took quite a dive —
But the problem is easy to fix
If you just ignore the last line, it doesn’t even follow the rhyme scheme oh god I’ve really lost control of this thing I’m so sorry…There once was a man
From Cork who got limericks
And haiku confused.
There once was a man from the sticks
Who liked to compose limericks
But he failed at the sport
Because he wrote them too short
There once was a fellow named Dan,
Whose poetry never would scan.
When told this was so,
He replied, “Yes, I know–
It’s because I try to squeeze as many syllables into the last line as I possibly can.”