Hey Speedy. Just quit it you dolt!
We all understand you’re a colt.
We’ll snip off those balls
Before nature calls.
So treasure your last great revolt.
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I’m working with a poetry mentor who is trying to help me improve my poetic skills. Or perhaps to make sure that I have skills. One of those things I am not very comfortable with is form poetry. I have fallen more naturally into modern free verse, but it’s important I gain at least some basic skills with using form, so he challenged me with limericks.
Did I mention that humor is also one of those things I’m working on?
The inspiration in this case was our own young pony stallion who, like all boys, is prone to getting into trouble.
