Limerick

Two days from social media empowers
enlightened from Facebook's mind powers
they're spending my prime
I'm keeping my time
spending here one in twenty-four hours

Parting is always sweet sorrow
stay up late - is usually my motto
silly in the head
I'm going to bed
I'll catch all you poets tomorrow

(An invitation to join the group)

The method is always empiric
Join us to unleash your lyric
If you join we'll be gleeful
POETRY FOR THE PEOPLE
We look forward to reading your limerick

The rules:

The limerick need not be your writing
rule #1 demands proper citing
if it's for distribution
just provide attribution
or your exit we'll be expediting

This group is intended for all ages
rule #2 governs content of pages
avoid seven dirty words
you may think that we're turds
if we allow them it becomes contagious

I've got this one wild feline freak
with his sister my brain they did tweak
we said "what the hell mister"
as he's boinking his sister
got his balls cut the very next week

It's time a new Limerick was born
on the subject of topic I'm torn
I could write something funny
or compose something punny
as long as the subject's not worn

Ate too much this fine 2016 Easter
sat around teasing kids like a geezer
I couldn't help but partake
just a little more cake
now I'm home sitting back on my keester

Too long has John Snow been deprived
the lord of light has powers to revive
he will no longer loiter
WARNING - THIS IS A SPOILER
John snow is once again, alive

An artist formerly known as Prince
had a small cold, made him wince
I could take some Zicam
or curl up in an afghan
a decision he regrets ever since

Don't give up before even trying
you get stuck and it feels like you're dying
before you know it
you've emerged a poet
from your fingers the limericks come flying