In order to make limerick pie,
You must kiss a tadpole on the eye,
There’s rhyme but, no reason,
They are for the ear pleasin’
It’s stupid so just don’t ask why?
There once was a limerick writer named Roy, He thought he was a real limerick boy,
But, the odd topics he chose,
Along with nonsensical prose,
Gave no one any laughter or insight or joy.