Woe Is the Limerick

-'-

A Limerick- supposed voice of reason
Tried to get us all on track
With lovely speech of his own invent
While he sat and sipped coffee behind my back

The Limerick, he sang himself o’er and o’er
Through a banjo with broken strings
And with every strum he removed a shade
Of color which revealed some troubling things

So I smiled to myself a secret smile
(But truly, it was a frown)
For I’d seen through the Limerick's shimmery farce
To the horrors that dwelled deep down.

(And a lonely burden it was to bear
To harbor this knowledge most likely alone
While the Limerick, he went on without a care
And gave advice like the Oracle of Delphi.)

‘This is how to do it,’ he’d say
In a voice that made me wince
But then the Limerick fell into the coffee can...
And I’ve not retrieved him since.