MY FIRST LIMERICK

A humorous five-line poem with a rhyme scheme aabba.

We sang and smiled,
and danced on the pile,
near the river of Nile,
and ran about a mile,
till we dropped and sat in a file.

Now it was night, and all the stars did was shine,
I was walking and stepped on the pine,
I wasn't fine,
and then I got stuck in a vine,
and lost all the money that was mine.

We had no more time,
but still stopped to have the juice of lime,
and all we had left was a dime,
and my voice was mime,
but I knew that was not a crime.
    -Poorvi Bhatt