Recently, my head has been filled with poetry. Thus, I decided I should write some poems. I’ve been far too busy to actually churn out some poems, but I finally finished one. It’s a limerick, which I like because limericks are short and have nice flow.

For those who are unaware, limericks are five–line poems with rhyme schemes of aabba. Additionally, the first, second, and final lines should have nine syllables while the other two lines should contain six syllables. Also, the meter should be anapestic, but I’m not concerned with that at the moment.

Without further delay, here is my first ever limerick.

No one cares for your private affairs.
Like all the famous, socialite heirs:
Your words have no meaning,
You’re constantly preening.
Do us a favor—fall down some stairs.