Another Limerick for National Poetry Month

Are the poems you write mediocre?
Have you mistaken the pen for the poker?
Then they'll give you a month
And they'll praise the whole bunch
of the green leaves you wilt into ochre.

A Limerick for National Poetry Month

There once was a poem from Nantucket
Whose feet put each foot in a bucket.
And when April came 'round
We all heard the sound
Of that tin-footed poem from Nantucket.

A Limerick Regarding Certain Reactions to Recent Health-Care Legislation

The heads talked like infants with colic,
Put the hype into bald hyperbolic,
And longed for the days
When our every malaise
Was cured with leaches so warm and bucolic.