There once was a woman, Lenore

There once was a woman, Lenore
Her body is with us no more
Instead of a haven
Her soul’s in a Raven
Who just sits and quotes “Nevermore.”

These limericks keep falling short

These limericks keep falling short

Of the wit that made it a sport

You should try to eat

A double tasty treat

And prove me wrong with re-torte.

The mad king

A king who was mad at the time,

Decreed Limerick writing a crime.

But late in the night,

All the poets would write,

Limericks that didn’t have any rhyme or meter