From Liverpool, where I lived wild, I was led me to the moors; a mere child. But when Cathy departed I was left broken-hearted And my rival in love I reviled.
I see that two full months have passed Not a single new Lim'rick's been cast Is the well of rhyme dry? Is this game sure to die? Please let not this verse be the last.
When in love you may well get a Heartache Because love is as frail as a snowflake Hearts melt quicker than snow High pulse rate makes them glow Though true love will survive the worst earthquake
A rich man once tried via camel To pass thru the eye of a needle And though one got through With his wealth in tow He fell off - and went to the devil.