Dear Mr. Lear,
Thank you for your nonsensical poetry and not taking everything so seriously. I’ve always admired your limericks but feared their form – 5 lines, aabba rhyming pattern, lines 1,2,& 5 made up of 8 syllables each while line 3 & 4 have 6 syllables each. After many futile attempts, I realized not to sweat the small stuff and behold, this little jot came forth. Enjoy!
There was a young boy from Kildare
who stuttered his words with care
he stammered, he sputtered
he coughed up his utters
til he spit up a softball of hair.