Half a floor down mine, Happens to be a balcony fine, The view looks over a quadrant of the town, It's winds traverse wide, spanning name, place, animal, thing - every type of noun, Thus lies the dojo, half a floor down mine.
A bank is slow and steady, Like a buffalo in waters muddy, Swim across the river, it says, And find a pen atop the rickety canoe in sways, Only then will it create an account for you, you dummy.
An equation of human life.
A poetic tribute to Tolkien and Physics
A small limerick about me trying to make one.