Limerick (November)

There was a young man called November who invented unrhyming limericks. The trick, he said, with some élan, is keeping to the metre and rhythm. It’s a sham that says November goes inventing unrhyming limericks. Perverse license! Poetic plonk to unsettle settled poor old petals! What sort of child is named November to invent unrhyming limericks, then? The year’s far spent, patience short, for such mindless elysian goings-on and on. There is a late month known as November shaped like an unrhyming limerick. Its time is short, it days are average, or astounding, an anthropomorphic timepiece going on, then not.

 

Limerick (November)

 

There was a young man called November

Who invented unrhyming limericks.

The trick, he said,

With some élan,

Is keeping to the metre and rhythm.

 

It’s a sham that says November

Goes inventing unrhyming limericks.

Perverse license!

Poetic plonk

To unsettle settled poor old petals!

 

What sort of child is named November

To invent unrhyming limericks, then?

The year’s far spent,

Patience short,

For such mindless elysian goings-on and on.

 

There is a late month known as November

Shaped like an unrhyming limerick.

It’s time is short,

It days are average

Or astounding, an anthropomorphic timepiece going on, then not.