Limericks, Nr.02 — Five Limericks from Poet-Land

       
Compulsive        
The poet was up in the night        
compelled like a madman to write        
and when he had finished        
he lay down and grimaced        
“well such is the poet’s delight”.        
       
       
Almost        
The poem was suitably long        
with language both clever and strong        
it told a great story        
which flowed pulsatory        
until the last stanza went wrung.        
   
   
Panned    
The poet was panned by the critics        
their comments abstruse and enclitic        
for those who have failed        
at what artists have nailed        
leave legacies rank and mephitic    
   
   
Poetics        
Poetic devices when blundered        
make poems seem painting-by-numbers        
original taste        
is skewered, disgraced        
and thunder of wonder is plundered.        
   
   
On Stage  
The poet had terrible diction  
which prompted some audience friction  
he mumbled his words  
and swallowed his verbs  
his throat in a nervous constriction