The process of writing is clear
As mud that is mixed with black beer.
Just recollect some words
And write down what you learned….
With nonchalance,then, persevere.

My old man was feeling so drear
>He dived into a barrel of beer.
He swam to the edge
And perched on a ledge..
He complained that there wasn’t a pier.


Lovely limericks – I much enjoy this underused form. Nice work.
Thank you so much,Mike.I write quite a lot of them..