Poetry

Limerick

My sanity recently fled
And as it departed is said:
My dear, it's been real
But you'll find that you'll feel
Much better without me in your head.

Other thing
If could write a sonnet
I'd write one just for you.
But sonnets pose a challenge
And I'm too lazy for haiku.

The limerick is tried and true;
I've used it oft before.
But now it seems passe and I,
I find it now a bore.

This leaves my life to tell, or hide
Quite deeply I could delve.
Instead, here are some empty words
Arranged in verses twelve.

Yet another thing
A bear attacked the other day.
He gnashed his teeth.
I ran away.

He pursued.
His jaws went crunch.
I think that I
Am now his lunch.

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