This is my first attempt at writing a limerick, at least one that isn’t crude.
I’ll thank the wonderful poet, Brad, for encouraging me to try some poetry on occasion; I think three-line haikus and five-line limericks are about as far as I’ll wander into the world of poetry. I don’t want to defile such a beautiful art form any more than I have to…
So here we go:
There was an old man in love with his stats
And when they were low he’d scream and yell “rats!”
But after a long time
He’d earned not a dime
So now he regrets those darn WordPress tats
That took a lot longer than I thought it would.
And if you’re thinking, “and that’s the best you could come up with?”, trust me, I feel the same way…
*please ignore my total lack of photo-editing skills! Those are supposed to be tattoos on the guy’s back…