Should my madness fly creatively
Like a monkey swinging from the tree?
Or should I tame it like a mule?
Keep it in line like I did in school
My inner voice says “Fiddle dee dee!”
A poet known as Nimble Mick
Tried hard to write a limerick
But every time he tried to rhyme
He fell miles short of the sublime
And so his nose began to pick
Poet Nimble Mick picked his nose so hard
That from public places he was strictly barred
He fell into a nose diving funk
‘Til he found free verse to be his treasure trunk
Then his picking stopped and his work scored high regard