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Limerick and Haiku, were on their third date

Limerick; a strict young lad, Haiku; a bit of a waif

Still, they were star crossed, their fates entwined

After all, they were both organized lines

They strolled through the park, comma to comma

From a thick wooded area, they heard someone holler

As they approached the brush somewhat cautious

They heard a voice, “these 14 lines are making me nauseous”

They pushed back some brush, and to their surprise

A Sonnet was crying, a dazed look in his eyes

“I am sick of my rhyme scheme, sick of being a ‘little song’”

At once, Limerick and Haiku knew that something was wrong

They offered him advice, “Sonnet, you’re not alone”

“And, no one said it was easy, being a poem”

Together they sat, under a tree

Discussing their fates; patterns, lines, Kireji

Hours passed, and Sonnet began to relax

He saw how his lines were simply the facts

How he was used so wonderfully by Shakespeare

Indeed, Limerick and Haiku had made that quite clear

They said their goodbyes, and went separate ways

Limerick and Haiku, skipping, a trail they blazed

Again comma to comma, they were so entranced

Just then something stopped them right in their tracks

Coming towards them, a smile ear to ear

Was a Pun – with a joke, that promised a jeer

“Oh I can’t Stanza that Guy!” Haiku had cried

“I couldn’t agree more”, and they ran, stride for stride