On lim’rick verse I often toil,
Compelled to burn the midnight oil.
And when my writing’s all for naught,
My sleep is fraught; I rock and roil.
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Mad Kane (Madeleine Begun Kane) is a writer, musician, and "recovering lawyer." She won the Robert Benchley Society Award For Humor and enjoys writing limericks, song parodies, and current events haiku.
You can email her at madkane@madkane.com, visit her political humor blog, or stop by her home page.
A Shot in the Dark
If you’re thinking in fours and not fives,
a good limerick never arrives.
Take a nip from a fifth
and return to, forthwith,
clever humor good whiskey revives.
Having written a very fine verse
you’ll be rid of the restlessness curse
as rejoicing you lift
proper toast to the gift
of success in which you can immerse.