Friday, July 14, 2006

a limerick

I wish I could explain this voodoo curse,
but all my conversation must be kept terse,
I’m a poet you see,
though annoying it must be,
‘cause all I can do is talk in verse.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Funny idea, but the meter's erratic. How's about:

Because of a voodoo curse,
it's best that my speech be kept terse.
My peculiar affliction's
corrupting my diction
and now I can only speak verse.