There once was a lass who cooked a Limerick
The kosher stew was so wise witty and thick...

There was a gamer chic called fry
whose advancing skills caught my eye...

Of all the luck that I have ever had
the worst wished upon me would make me sad...

About three miles from my home where I was a kid
was a sanatorium on the hill well hid...

There once was a fast weed
that had a special need...

I called a friend, standing in awe,
after the one who practiced law...

I imagine a legal agent of Rome
enforcing the law of Caesar and Moses...

A Good Book is like a living document,
that often dies when its words no longer breathe...

I stare at the pale green screen
where no one is ever mean...

Vice Versus Virtues
Despair's the opposite of Hope...

On this tiny speck of cosmic dust,
which has been imagined to be thrust...

It was a day ago tomorrow
that she told me about her sorrow...