Fun and goofy limerick time

With a pen in my hand I was shaking;

and I knew in my heart (that was aching):

how for all it is worth,

our sweet home, planet Earth,

irrevocably we were forsaking.

As a whole we had kinda forgotten

that this home that we put a whole lot in

would still give me a start

when I look in my heart

all the way to the core: it was rotten.

I was trembling and wrote in my journal,

but my words were soon turning infernal,

and I saw myself write

with such sarcasm and spite

“They do tell me that hope springs eternal.”

As you know, that was Pope I was citing.

Scratch that, ‘cause I’d rather be writing:

“If we never give in

you know that we’ll win,

either that, or we will go down fighting.”

You all know the reply I would give her:

“What you asked is too much to deliver.

I’m just one single drop.”

But she told me: “Don’t stop;

without drops there can’t be any river.”