Three Thematic Limericks
I once was a lone diabetic,
My family or friends didn’t get it;
I threw down some ink,
And used humor to sync
But now I can’t seem to be quiet.
There once was a young diabetic,
Who drank Shamrock Shakes til she got sick;
She said with a grin
As she plunged the shot in:
“I’ll bolus what seems quite realistic.”
There once was a pre-diabetic,
Who’s doctors predicted he’d get sick;
He sat on his ass,
Growing greater in mass,
And today he’s no longer a skeptic.