I Think I Wrote a Limerick

I think I wrote a limerick, but I'm not sure.



There was a lass named Purella
Who bedded a very odd fella
But when he refused to wed her
She locked him in his own cellar
He wished then he'd never met her

There was and old house in Kentucky
That neighbors considered unlucky
When it kept falling apart
It's owners soon lost heart
And moved to a tent in the park

A man in Manhattan loved cats
The cats in his condo loved rats
For breakfast, dinner and a snack
The landlord said promptly to pack
Now finally the rats are intact

A teenager yearned for a pony
Wanted it for herself only
When her dad finally said okay
She mucked out the barn each day
Wishing she'd never gotten her way

A pair of brothers were unruly
Treating their friends quite cruelly
When finding themselves ignored
They grew lonely and bored
And promised to act above board

When the Mayor of New York
Thought all his plans would work
He banned all treats from their plates
His voters became quite irate
So he left to retire in Cork