I wrote this limerick last week for a contest. I didn’t make the finals and couldn’t bring myself to vote for any of the finalists because not one of their limericks had proper meter. Call me anal. That said, I know it’s not top-quality poetry. So it won MY contest of being bad enough to qualify for today’s post. I’d love to hear your limericks, too! Leave one or 17 in the comments.
There was a fine lady from Prague
Who rode into town on a Hog
She kicked her mud flaps
And dusted her chaps
And wiped clean her Manolo clogs