Some years ago, a blog I visited asked for famous poems to be reimagined in the form of limericks. I came up with two.
THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE
By William Butler Yeats
Young Mr Yeats, W. B.
Thought he’d visit that isle, Innisfree;
A cabin he built
Out of twigs and some silt,
Then peace came, dropping down from a tree.
STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING
By Robert Frost
A coldhearted fellow named Frost
Once found there were woods to be crossed;
It was snowing, but still,
While his horse caught a chill,
He lingered as if he was lost.