Rabbosai, I’m getting frustrated;
what I will now say will be hated.
Some of these rhymes,
are not worth two dimes;
it shouldn’t be so complicated!
My presence here is so sporadic,
cause it makes me sick,
to see a limerick,
whose style is so erratic.
A rhyme means the words end the same;
you know, there are rule to this game.
The words tune and too,
that’s why these limericks are lame!
I gave now but one small example,
Unfortunately, there have been ample.
Cookey and rookie,
from rhyme school played hooky,
On rhyming rules these do trample.
I know I am being annoying,
and with your feelings I’m toying,
but boot, food and good,
you really should,
avoid in the same poem deploying.
Everyone will soon improve,
come now, let’s get on the move!
Just follow the rules,
we won’t look like fools.
Let’s get this thread back in the groove!
I hope no one did I insult,
I do not want that to result;
I meant it in jest,
you are all the best!
Forgive me and I will exult.
By the way, there are more pages,
but done in a way which enrages.
There used to be six,
pages of limericks,
now suddenly nine, not in stages.