A limerick is only alive With a rhyme in lines one, two and five. Lines three and four yet Must form a couplet Or else the whole poem is flawed.

I’m a procrastinator at home. I don’t finish a chore, book or poem. In fact, this one here I’ve tried ending for years,

A notorious skinflint was Peter. He’d not pay dimes to park (what a cheater!). Got a ticket one night, So he stacked dynamite. And, as you can probably guess, he blew the hell out of the meter.

I have a camel named Mary. Mirrored forward and back (but not scary). Two of head, one of hump, Four of leg (none of rump). She’s a palindromedary.