“What are you doing here? Get your corpse off the trail!
Don’t you belong with the sloth and the snail?
Who do you think you are, Herr Turtle, Herr Tortoise?
Or maybe you’d rather be called Rigor Mortis!
We’ll see who’s first at the end of the tale!”
Thus, a challenge and a means to deliver it,
resolve it all in Line Five – that’s a limerick.
There’s room as well for the nonsensical:
Chubby spoons, macaroons, my uncle’s monocle!
Church and spire, chapel, choir, mosque, monk, minaret!
“Go ahead! While you hold forth I’ll snatch up
a few seconds on you. My ears are all latched up.
And this I do swear, Mr. Rabbit, Mr. Hare,
this I do swear by the habit I wear:
I swear I’m not gonna wait for you to catch up!”
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