A Limerick or two....

There once was an old lady named Sue

Who because of her height had poor view

She doubled her bike

And to her dislike

Saw the world from above was askew

The girl with a bee on her knife

Saw his distress at losing his life

She pondered a kiss

Could it bring bliss?

Most surely it'd only cause strife...

There once was a lady named Gracie

Who tired of carrying her baby

She hoped that a rather loud boom

Would scare it from her womb

While those watching just thought she was crazy