Limerick

No time for a deep, insightful blog post on the meaning of life today, so instead you get some nonsense poetry. Namely, a limerick:

I walked along the beach

And stepped upon a peach.

I slipped, and whacked

Muscle Man, who cracked

And now I’m quite dead meat.

Not exactly a wonderful limerick, but fun to write. If you enjoy limericks, there’s some good ones in Edward Lear’s A Book of Nonsense.