There was a young cyclist named Phil/
Who had an unfortunate spill/
He made a clean breast/
& freely confessed/
The crash was an act of free will.
There is an old fellow called Mick/Who's been penning the odd limerick/I admit he's no Keats/But he does them in tweets/So to follow, you just have to click. https://twitter.com/#!/twitmericks
"The limerick master of the twitterati" (The Guardian).