My hand at Limirick..

First I thought of something.

That I was in search of nothing.

I wandered from place to place.

I got occupied in such a case.

And I found my everthing.


That nothing turned to be my life.

I professed her to be my wife.

All she did was slap.

All I did was flap.

And pulled out a knife.


At last our relation died.

She and I bitterly cried.

I was grunted thereafter.

She too found a rafter

And thus our lives dried.


How I love to play a trick.

And started with a little kick.

In my mind it rained..

And then my pen pained.

To write a little limerick



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