Five Line Verse

#librariesday There was an old person who listed, And numbered each book that existed...

...His body, once slayed, In a car park was laid, And remained there until disinterred.

On the last day of Richard III, His cries for a horse went unheard...

...The endings were wrong, They were often too long, Or finished abruptly.

#WorldPoetryDay There was a young man from Milan, Whose limericks just didn't scan...

... They said to him "Dewey!, Decimals? Phooey!", "They do have a point", he insisted.

There was an old person who listed, And numbered each book that existed...

...They travelled by camel, An unruly mammal; It might have been quicker by car.

When three wise men from afar, Came following a heavenly star...

Hung and slaughtered, Drawn and quartered; He should have used a shorter fuse.

If Guy Fawkes was destined to lose, The lesson he learnt we can muse...

...To stick to the norm, Of the Limerick form, And never write more lines than five."

#NationalPoetryDay There was a young man who said: "I've, Determined I always shall strive...

What country they're from, They just say .com Where others say co.uk

There once was a man who said: 'Hey!, Some website addresses don't say...

Or that's what I've always been taught.

If poets don't give enough thought, Then #limericks finish too short, It is such a bore, When they stop at line four.

If the meeches he sputtered, Had not spleen so buttered, We'd no doubt forget him such mooner.

There was an old doctor named Spooner, A target for every lampooner...

She said: 'It's a curse, I speak in reverse, Finish I start I before!'