Poetry need not always be serious or contemplative; there is also room for humor and silliness within its bounds. So, in keeping with that, here is a limerick I discovered. It has absolutely no meaning or depth, but it has form, and hopefully it makes you smile.
There was an old man with a beard
Who said, "it’s just how I feared!
Two owls and a hen
Four larks and a wren
Have all built their nests in my beard."
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