5 Limeraikus

Again and again and again, and then is when again, it’s again ... A nurse (to be terse) made things worse. I see, if free this she, would reverse At night, a ship’s light wasn’t bright. It’s glow, more low can’t go – though it might! We flow, to and fro, fast and slow. We sway this way like so, off we go. I fear that it’s clear, there’s none here. “No ale” I wail “I’m frail without beer.”