a limerick

having been inspired by my dear friend angela, i decided to write a limerick:

There once was a witchy old woman,
who only drank whiskey or bourbon.
For dinner she'd eat
cat's legs or frogs' feet,
and wash them down with tons of cumin.

Or:

There once was a stork named McGee.
His one dream in life was to be
the pimpin'est stork
who ever did walk
but too tied up with carrying babies was he (to do that)

ha! more quality poetry to come