For those who lack the pun gene
* pheromones* - but it's hard to get such a cute, acute picture up writing about pheromones - see attached at the end of this note.

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Women are said to prefer men who can make them laugh - sometimes my sense of humour brought Juliet to tears, and her ability to groan increased. The worst case was after she had her appendix out about two months after our wedding - with me, my best man, and second groomsman all making silly puns and quoting Monty Python. She threatened to have the senior nurse kick us all out if we didn't stop as laughing hurt her wound. But most times, my jokes lifted her spirits.

I write poems about the empty space her death leaves in my life. And I write love sonnets to her in her absence. But I wanted to write a poem of love that would have made her laugh, and I think this is it.

The limerick has a bit of latitude with the first foot (using Iambs is common) and you can also have a falling syllable or two after the end anapest in L 1,2 & 5 without necessarily causing problems - If the rhythmic shoe fits, wear it (pun about the basis of meter being "feet" if you missed it.) However, I have tried to be rhythmically pure here, pure anapests. so read it aloud and come down on every third syllable.