I apologize for the number of fail rhymes in this limerick collection.

 

The People of Crinklego

 

In the happy land of Crinklego,

Lived quite a happy child that I know.

She lived with the horse,

Knew it well, of course,

And saw it as a friend, not a foe.

 

Right next door to her and her mother,

Worked a young man and his brother.

They made toys all day,

Living on good pay-

But their lives they’d trade for another.

 

In the woods by the working men,

Was a witch with the power of the pen.

Two words and you’re done;

It’s best if you run;

Those who meet her never do again.

 

Sitting in a dungeon of the hag,

There was a prisoner in a rag.

At day he’s a boy,

At night he’s her toy-

The cursed captive tied with a gag.

 

Farther off in the lovely land,

Sat a King leading with a firm hand.

No scoundrels got by,

For they were to die,

At the blade on the beach in the sand.

 

At every door in the great place,

Stood a guard, each with his own space.

Each hand held a sword,

Ready for their Lord,

Treading the grounds at their own pace.

 

So here’s the land of Crinklego,

With times of joy and times of woe.

Come stop by some time,

And taste the fresh thyme;

We’re still waiting here, you know.

 

 

 

No it's nottttt. xD Thank you Sarah. <3

Rofl I should make a story about Crinklego.  Originally it was Crinkletow until I was like "It sounds like Twinkle Toe."