Eye Rhyme Calamity at the Annual World Limerick Contest
by Brian Bilston
This did severe psychic damage to my brain just reading it! There was a young poet from Slough, Who hadn't prepared quite enough. He started to read Then wished himself dead, Having failed to think his rymes through.
His brain must be made out of dough, So slapdash, careless, unthorough! Mumbling into his beard, He made them unheard And ended each line with a cough.