I clearly have a knack for limerick writing (this is the first one I've tried to write), but I need to practice. Take my poem about Jon Gosselin as an example.
There once was a man named Jon
8 kids later his morals are gone
He parties all the time
And perfects the art of whine
We wish he would go mow his lawn.
Ah, well. I can't be perfect at everything the first time around...most of the time I'm not. I'm surprised I could even produce a limerick of this quality straight off, without editing and without having ever done it before. I think I'm going to work on that for awhile, although 90% of the ones I've read are basically a sex joke.
Ta,
Bec
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