goblue

 

There once was a kid who was blue

With too many things to do:

  To write a hykui,

  To read a review,

And finish it all with some stew.

 

 

There once was a poor limerick from Maine

Who tried to rhyme all the same,

  But try as she must

  She created a fuss,

And found that it didn't rhyme.

 

 

 

Cucumbers are vegetables not fickle

Not laughing with even a tickle,

  But when they are diced

  And when they are sliced,

They find themselves in a pickle.