I sat and I thought to myself Am I rich with spiritual wealth? well I wrote a haiku, which should count for a few even though limericks were more how i felt.
Tonite the liquor cabinet was stuck due to humidity and unfortunate luck we pulled and we pulled and our strength overruled and we celebrated by dancing all drunk
There once was a man from Delaware Whose lim'ricks could not get him anywhere. When asked why this was, He replied "It's because I always try to fit as many syllables into the last line as ever possibly I can to get my point across even disobeying meter and rhyme scheme completely."
There was a young man called Jeffrey, with a fondness for goofin' with bees. He took a big stick, poked, then ran away quick! (I'm changing the subject, slightly...)