Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.” I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”
OK, how about some more limericks?
Limerick # 5
There once was a limerick writer
Whose income grew tighter and tighter.
“If I want to make bread
With my verses,” he said,
“I will just have to be even snider.”
There once was a student of grammar
Who was an incurable crammar.
He studied his best
On the eve of the test
By beating it in with a hammar.
A writer of verse from Hong Kong
Got all of his limericks wrong.
They started out fine
From the very first line,
But the last one was always invariably and without fail too long.
The colleges of education
Thought up many a grand innovation.
But when their reform
Became the norm,
Not a kid learned to read in the nation.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD