There once was a bard from Hawai‘i
Who penned little poems as a hobby
From the time he learned letters
He got better and better
Writing limericks with unrhymed last lines.
Now you’d wonder if having this skill
Was of any worth using at will
Since last lines of all limericks
Should end with great rhymes
As the third and the fourth always do.
Once he’d learned the art of not rhyming
The last line with the first and second
He took great satisfaction
In having Shakespeared the form
And moved on to unrhyming Will’s sonnets.
This task, however, proved a waste of time;
Unwilled, the final couplets always rhymed.
Lanning Lee 