There was a young man from Weston-super-Mare
With bells on his fingers and ribbons in his hair
The locals looked askance
When he started to dance
'I'm Morris, the dancer. How dare you stare!'
About the Poem
A poem about a morris dancer, written in the traditional form of a limerick. Because the form is quite constraining, I don't write many limericks, but they are a excellent type of poem for those who are just starting to write their own funny poetry.