A limerick is something you eat
And it’s round, and it’s crumbly and sweet.
They’re quite easy to make
And taste something like cake -
Or you may prefer mine, for a treat!
A limerick’s not easy to chew.
I expect this is something you knew.
Your teeth will fall out
There isn’t a doubt
And, tell me, what then will you do?
A limerick can’t help increase wealth,
Though I’m told they are good for your health -
But - they’re dangerous too
So, whatever you do,
Approach them with caution and stealth.
You’ll find things I write are not true
Though I write them especially for you -
I hope Edward Lear
Will not now appear -
Oooh a ghost? Well now what shall I do?
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