limerick that scans like a chicken:
a critical interrogation -

reflections by poet Dirk Stratton

There once was a poet in Champaign,
Who used his computer to explain

        That limericks had switched
(five lines into three and vice
        versa [or verses])

        With haiku and ditched
(via morph, merger, and splice,
        spit, paste, and curses)

Any pretense that they'd ever refrain.

Refrain from what you ask? Ha! As if I'd so freely part with such vital information