There once was a guy born in a book
He had always wanted to be a cook.
Then he fell from grace
In mage Grendel’s face
And ended up becoming a crook.
He tried to commit on a snail, murder
But had to eat a hated frankfurter
A Fire Arrow
Went to the marrow
And the snail he did not hurter.
I love limericks =)
one of my favorite kinds of poetry
Eh, poems need bit of work.
Nice start, still.
Limericks. Hmm.
I had considered writing a Maple limerick, but I decided they were too short to say anything good in them
lol nice
and funny edit.
I’ve seen misses, but never negatives! o_O