This is an old rhyme of a witch
And as you read it you may just might twitch
As headlice and fleas
And scratching scabs on your knees
Manifest in spontaneous itch
It’s time for a Friday Limerick
And you might think this is a bit of a cheap trick
But I’ll give it a go
And if I fail and blow
I’ll only end up looking a bit of a dick
They said that I couldn’t rhyme orange
So I pondered while fixing a door hinge
I drank a bottle of Port
And was so caught in thought
I fell over and spat out a lozenge
There was a young girl from WordPress
Who said Limericks give poetry zest
So I gave it a go
And what well would you know
It was a great thing to suggest