My hope, my guide,
always on my side...

A meek and humble fisherman,
Silently he lay...

The object of maturity
does not lie in seniority...

Notorious to the dim-wit that tries,
Openly stating his half-witted lies...

Learn to spread your wings and fly,
or cascade to the ground...

This belt I wear holds up my pants
and comes off in one circumstance...

When I look in this mirror,
do you know what I see...

Do you feel what I feel?
I don't think you do...

Why do you shine so bright?
Always there providing your light...

A Limerick is based on five lines,
and if you do so, you'll be fine...

My young one, my princess, my baby, my girl.
I'm writing this letter for two...

I once knew a flower,
a flower so grown...