Limerick Poetry

The trick-or-treaters pack up their candy
Into their bags it is thrown merrily
By good folkes near
So seldom dear
Still they prove to be generous and chummy!

Ghouls and Beastlings gather at night
No one doubts their power or their might
Foolishly there are some
who would say it is dumb
to believe in these creatures, especially tonight!

Il était une fois une dame de Dijon
Qui respectait toutes les religions.
Elle disait, "Quant à moi,
Je sais ce qu'est La Foi
et tout ce que l'on peut obtenir si nous prions."

There once was an athlete in Boston
Who liked to win and be a Champion
He kept requesting a trade
Believing to be self-made
And once his wish was granted he found himself wanton!

There once was a woman from Pawtucket
who really would rather live in Nantucket.
For she had six kids,
and they would skid
so she hoped abroad not to hear again "he took it".


I really ought to do more of these - brand them as "luminous limerick/Pimentel poetry" and issue them all on t-shirts during St-Patrick's Day, March Madness or something like that!
We shall see...