Limerickaholic

A limerick writ for informing,

or tall academia storming,

must carry a flare

with which none compare.

(stage set) So let’s now start performing!

The first thing we’ll capture is letters –

an alphabet wrought by our betters –

to mix into words

for tiny thought-turds

(without them we’d all be the debtors).

There’s (a), (b), (c), (d), (e) for starters

and (f), (g) - that last starting garters,

then (h), (i), (j), (k),

plus (l), (m), (n) - hey!

(o), (p), (q), (r), (s), (t) - for tartars.

Then (u), (v) - that sunlight protection,

and (w), (x), (y) inspection.

Crown lot with a ‘z’

and clearly you see

why they hold our heart’s predilection.

The numbers I’m bashful confessing

are not worth the trouble for messing

around with, the sounds

for limericked rounds?

For those I will just keep you guessing.

I’m sensing a most dreadful error

that holds repercussions of terror.

Well, maybe not quite

that bad, but it bites

that none of this leaves you much fairer

off.   It’s nonsensical folly!

I do hope you found the rhymes jolly.

I must here confess

that would be success,

and well worth a chuckle, by golly.