Limericks

There once was a town in the sea,

Where all whom there lived, lived care-free.

'Til one day a crash

Of blinding red ash

Reduced the whole place to debris.

Have you heard of the man from Locks?

He'll tell you he lived through a pox

Of horrible pain

And acidic rain,

But terribly tanked when he talks.

We found her, a poor broken bride,

Who, ruthlessly wrecked, must have died

In great heaps of pain,

Her neck snapped in twain,

What a horrible happen to hide.

There once was a man in the brush,

Whose body had suffered a crush.

He died in an oak,

A pitiful bloke

A maddening image to flush.

Have you heard of the land ate by clouds?

For the noises it made were so loud.

Not the cloud it seems,

But its victim's screams

Was the noise that emerged from the shroud.

How so could I ever forgive

That demon with great gore to give?

And how could it be

That it never killed me?

A day I would never relive.

Can a man be replaced with a beast

Who with ravenous famine would feast

On weak flesh of men

Again and again

'Til the hunger of mankind had ceased?