Limericks

There was a woman in Wheaton
Who felt she had maybe been cheatin’
Writing silly old rhymes
That don’t take much time
But her streak was mostly unbeaten


There was dog on the couch
You would never call him a grouch
Give him a treat
Or something to eat
And by your side he will slouch


A man asleep in his bed
A pillow soft under his head
He dreams as a boy
Who plays with his toy
But he wakes to a mountain of dread