Lymerick

The Don knew he wasn’t as good
As those younger and willing who could
Leave her begging for more,
But he’ll even the score
And defend her like only he would.

Affairs of the heart a knight must obey
The chivalric code rules Don Quijoté
But Sancho's first love
None other above
His beast of burden named Donkey Joté

Dorotea was really quite miffed
When Ferdinand left her so stiffed
But faithful she stayed
Whilst remaining a maid
Though she led Don Quixote adrift.

Who knows what that crafty Don did
In the mountains where they were well hid.
Dorotea arrived
And perhaps they both lied.
Could Ferdnando be raising their kid?

There once was a limerick writer
Whose verse just got worse, but not lighter.
He bored children to sleep,
Drove their monsters to creep
Out the back since he was an all-nighter.

There was a young fellow from Fargo
Who planned a trip to Key Largo
Directions were crossed
Got totally lost
But found himself in Chicargo

In Fargo there was a fine lad
And a lassie who made the lad glad
Till she found someone new
Told the lad they were through
Then the judge when the good lad turned bad.

There once was good lad gone bad
His lass had a new beau named Brad
Brad was a pugilist
The lad a recidivist
"Zounds," said Brad, "I think I've been had!"

Two lovers make problems since they
Are too many. Just one needs to stay.
For his lady her knight
Should be ready to fight,
Guard her honor then take it away.

Brad, no doubt, was a Tom Cat
The lad desired mortal combat
The lass was amused
The boys just got bruised
Then they sat down for a calm chat

After fighting the lassie said, “Guys,
Please don’t fight. Take a look in my eyes
Or drop lower. Observe.
You could each score a curve--
But the winner’s fine, too, otherwise.”

Brad and the lad were full of dismay
But couldn't reject the lass's soirée
Unnatural acts
The beast with three backs
Meant imbibing too much Beaujolais

There once was a twosome then three
And then four and then five came to be.
Then came six and now seven.
Let’s skip to eleven.
It’s odd but it rhymes pleasantly.

There was a young lad whose neck was thick
Numbers and figures were not his schtick
"1-2-3-4"
"UNITED STATES MARINE CORPS"
The extent of his arithmetic

Counting is hard beyond ten
Since we run out of fingers and then
What will we do?
I don’t know about you,
But I will start over again.