I don't mean to sound like a snob.
But surely I see
They want something from me,
And my butt doesn't need a corncob.
The weather is warmer than cool,
And soon I will raid sister's pool.
If I'm still alive,
You'll know I've survived
The final few long weeks of school.
I like to go tasting the wine;
A pastime I find mighty fine.
Table to table,
I sip what I'm able.
It tastes like it's straight off the vine.
I didn't plan for Limerick Day.
I'm sorry is all I can say.
I gave it some time
And tried hard to rhyme.
I'll post this crap poem anyway.
