After writing my first limerick,
my mind went on this metrical kick.
The words I'd compile
all had the same style
and my poetry sounded quite sick.
I'd start with paper and pen
to write to my closest of kin.
I'd try to think
what to write with the ink,
but found I'd done it again.
It seems the harder I tried
to set this bad habit aside,
the more I'd conceive
with a poetic weave,
rhyming which wouldn't subside.
Many times I would complain,
this poetry form is insane -
for every rhyme
keeps the same time,
becoming ingrained on the brain.
Years I've been in this state,
with rhymes to relay and relate.
Repeating these verses
and uttering curses..
It makes me so very irate..
So I'll offer poetic advice,
don't let this writing entice..
Don't step in a trap
full of limerick crap,
just let a nice sonnet suffice.
