A new form of poetry
Invented by me, because I’m not very good at it. This form of sublime rhyme takes cues from the ever popular Limerick. You know, There once was a man named Burl Ives No one knew, but he suffered from hives. When asked if they itch He said, “like a bitch” You can hear him scratching before he arrives. Of course, that is completely lame and doesn’t adhere strictly to the classic Limerick rhyme scheme, mostly because I don’t know it, I’m too lazy to look it up and frankly, I don’t care. So there... Sign in to see full entry.