I like the way limericks, which were originally always comic, can be bent to be serious or to be some original blend of comic and serious.
Since limericks do sometimes come to me as finished things, here is a two-limerick mini-story of the original whimsical kind, which requires no assembly:
There was a Tri Delt named Lashawn
Who could talk a blue streak until dawn
Her Randall lay near her
She thought he could hear her
But when she reached out he was gone!
.....
"WHERE'D YOU GO at this hour?!" "Taylor's shack down there?
Just forgot that I had to go back down there.
I had looked in my truck
With the flat and said, Fuck!
Here I've gone and just left my one jack down there!"
