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 ******, God-**** it, it's stumped me, I've been trying for centuries- Or has it just been a few minutes?
For practice, I've been writing limericks about random objects. This is what I came up with for a cactus.