Trump says that Europe's not safe,
(anything that man says makes me chafe)
As commander-in -chief
He would start petty beefs
Like a scary war mongering waif
I sometimes don't do what I should,
But I think that I would if I could
First I hesitate,
Then procrastinate,
Then - my snores sound like I'm sawing wood...
I met a man who couldn't talk
Of snookered balls and lines of balk
Greenest baize, highest breaks
Summer days, what it takes
Or whisp'ring cues and tips and chalk
A limerick takes it sweet time
To say what epigrams sublime
It came, unaddressed, late at night
The missive that caused such a fright
That Mr Curmudgeon
Raced out in high dudgeon
Sans teeth but a postman to bite