New limerick

 

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 girl from old Essex,
Whose charm could fluster mechanics.
She’s witty and bright,
A true social delight,

And her laughter rewires their electrics

Her wisdom’s a calm shade of blue,
But her red loves to shine through
For when Torill’s in play,
The world spins the right way,
And the smart ones just follow her cue

But her red loves to break through—
When Torill’s around,
The world spins unbound,
And style takes its cue from her hue!