When looking to be in a zone
And desiring to rhyme in a poem
A limerick can
Be easier than
Using a format unknown

The pace determines the flow
You can always work out where to go
Whether silly or rude
Clever or crude
The style dictates the tempo

And stories can be easily told
Nothing needs to be oversold
Quite merry, the canter
Sometimes goofy, the banter
And the tone can often be bold

A reflection of life? Well, perhaps.
Thoughts processed as they elapsed
We seek social inclusion
We draw our conclusions
And when finished, drift off for a nap

The grand sleep, the great exit, the same
We exist in a narrow time frame
Ideally we find
Friends to play with in kind
Have a life of adventures and games.