Here’s another stab at a limerick

It seems like we’re in for a ride
Great verses flow like the tide
Quick wit and skill
Are summoned at will
The poets all brimming with pride

There seem to be plenty a verse
Well-written, witty and terse
The jury is in
But who will quite win
Is it a blessing or is it a curse?

And now we’re in quite a pickle
Great jibes to taunt and tickle
Gritty and bold
Did those lyrics unfold
So it’s time to bring out that strickle

By Charlene Flanagan