When Ends Begin.

The limerick was never my kind of poetry. Well, anyway, here goes.

A-Limerick-A-Day – an auspicious beginning with an auspicious personage.

I
There was a lady called Lizzy,
And she was such a prissy,
She thought she taught with élan,
As did her boy Eshan
While the others wished they were both history.

II
Lizzy liked to teach her class,
Like they were water and she the glass
She said her subject was subjective
And claimed to be objective
Still treated all our ideas as sass.