I've recently moved to West Berks And my poems are scoring low marks My scansion's just fine But for every last line, I just can't find one more rhyme that works
An old spinster hen from South Worcester Was in need of a good morale borcester She did get it made When finally laid By a strapping young Rhode Island rorcester
"I cannot believe it's not butter" Is a phrase that you won't hear me utter For I'd much rather spread Worcester Sauce on my bread And yet people still think I'm a nutter!
A topical Dutch limerijk lifted from Twitter last night: Er was 'ns een meisje uit Haren Die wilde opvallend verjaren Ze plaatste een linkje Maar miste een vinkje Nu zit heel #Haren op blaren It refers to this incident and translates roughly as 'There was a young girlie from Haren Who made a conspicuous lapse She placed a link But missed a tick Now the whole of #Haren blistered'
Apologies for this mid-limerick Haiku, but I saw the Nederlandisch limerick and assumed "anything goes". Wise sausage advice From young Jamie Oliver... Prick with a fork, right?