After I heard Harry’s limerick, <br />I found that my mind set to simmer. “Rick, ” <br />I said to myself, <br />“One might write it itself, ” <br />But I answered, “You’re chances are slimmer, Rick! ” <br /> <br />So I can’t find a good rhyme for Limerick. <br />Told myself, “ You are just a beginner, Rick <br />And though there’s no reason <br />You can’t write something decent, <br />I fancy your chances get grimmer, Rick! ” <br /> <br />He said that it might rhyme with turmeric <br />But I thought, “You’re not that fast a learner, Rick: <br />Ditch your thoughts wasting time <br />Finding suitable rhyme; <br />Let your plans, man, stand on the back burner, Rick.” <br /> <br />But the cogwheels had started to turn a bit <br />As I guessed I had started to learn a bit <br />And I might find a line <br />That rhymes Limerick fine <br />And might win me a prize, so I earn a bit. <br /> <br />But I thought, “Though there was just a glimmer, Rick. <br />You will think till you’re needing a zimmer, Rick, <br />Since the muse isn’t kind, <br />I am sure you’ll will find <br />Not a word that will rhyme fine with Limerick.”<br /><br />C Richard Miles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-being-told-that-there-is-no-rhyme-for-the-word-limerick/
