Limericks

There once was a cartoon named Pilly

Whose outlook on life was quite silly.

He complained every day

In a pharmacy way,

Dispensing his thoughts willy-nilly.

There once was a blogger renowned

Whose projects kept sprawling around.

He muttered, “At least

My blog is a beast,

With limericks attached, quite profound.”

There once was a man growing old,

Who tried to think outside the mold.

So he stayed up past three,

Sipping honey and tea,

Just to prove he could write something bold.