A/N: The following limericks were created in a particularly mad English
lesson when we were supposed to be writing Sonnets.
I take full responsibility on the madness content, If you have a weak
spleen, I strongly recommend caution.

A Limerick about spam
There once was an old man called Sam,
Who rather enjoyed to eat spam,
He ran out in May,
And cried all the day,
And then thought "I might try tinned ham"

A Limerick about Steve
There once was an old tree called Steve,
Who as he grew lost his leaves,
They fell out like hair,
Leaving him bare,
That withered old oak tree called Steve

A/N: I know it was really random, but, I was bored ok?