Three Limericks from Poet-Land
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”.
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.
Poetic devices when blundered
make poems seem painting-by-numbers
is skewered, disgraced
and thunder of wonder is plundered.