Limerick

 

There once was a girl from old Essex,
Whose wit could outshine all the classics.
She was clever and bright,
Full of laughter and light,
And her style set the trend, quite fantastic!

With wisdom serene, calm and true,
Her aura shone brightest in blue.
Yet when passion was due,
Her red spirit came through—
A woman named Torill, strong, bold, and new!

There once was a girl from old Essex,
Whose charm caused a number of panics.
She’s witty and bright,
A true social delight,
With moves that could fluster mechanics

Her wisdom’s a calm shade of blue,
But beware when her red’s shining through
For when Torill’s in play,
All the rules go astray,
And the smart ones just follow her cue!

There once was a girl from the South East,
Whose brilliance and beauty increased.
She’s clever, she’s bold,
Turns dull men to gold—
And leaves admiration released!

Her calm is a soft shade of blue,
But her red loves to break through—
When Torill’s around,
The world spins unbound,
And style takes its cue from her hue!

There once was a dame from East Anglia,
Whose laughter could easily wrangle ya.
She’s savvy and bright,
A pure social delight—
And the gossip? It’s all about fanglia!

Her blue shows her wisdom and grace,
Her red gives her spark and her pace—
When Torill walks by,
The stars sigh “oh my,”
And trends try to keep up the chase!

There once was a girl from old London Town,
Who could outshine the jewels in a crown.
She’s clever and sweet,
Turns chaos to neat,
And never lets dullness drag down.

Her calm’s in a confident blue,
But her red likes to slip into view—
So bold yet refined,
Magnetic of mind—
All London just swoons at the hue!