A Practice In Limericks Poem by Christian Connor Schwantes

The tree was chopped and put into trash
Surrounded by the high schooler’s hash
Get high they say to you
You be acting a fool
After school we are making a dash

Jeans are cool, jeans are rad, no passing fad
The tight and the loose, muffing tops sad
Squeezing on into them
Is the modern day hyme
So slip on in so you can feel fab

Bald is so simple, so true, so clean
Not produced like a foreign machine
Its easy, wax off wax on
It’s a flesh colored bomb
It’s good when a reflection is seen