There once was a man who hated
The farm that his neighbors created
He'd sought out the view
But zoning- no, clue!
Not tranquil like anticipated
Tim suggested I write a sonnet or limerick instead of stewing.
The man is brilliant.
There once was a rooster who crowed
Good thing everyone knowed
It's zoned to farm
He's doing no harm
That's simply how a farm goed
I have loved writing limericks since a junior high assignment decades ago. I find it impossible to fret in anapestic meter.
There once were some folks in Franconia
A 'residential' farm did bemoania
Not as they wished
Regulations insist
Agricultural is the true zonia
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