The thing that's annoyingly tragic is,
This cactus has plenty of adjectives,
So why can't I rhyme,
Like I do all the time,
And find myself right where the magic is?
I can't figure out a limerick,
About a cactus and its pricks,
God-damn it, it's stumped me,
I've been trying for centuries-
Or has it just been a few minutes?