Limerick Lesson One

A poet named Paul Apicella while as prickly as Nelson Mandela has politely declared that his skill is impaired though he may be a jolly good fella. He likes limericks, well so he states has presented a taste to his mates. It insulted the ear and I worry and fear it's a dinner without any plates. I shall be your new lim-e-rick teacher let me warn you, I'm really a preacher. If you do earn a FAIL I shall send you an ale; to the Irish a limerick's a creature. As you see you have had your first lesson. Look at poems as delicatessen. If you force them at all your own star soon will fall; You shall meet my dear friends Smith and Wesson.