Four More Limericks For Chris

Words are meant to make sense
But first the sense must be tense
If  there's a hint of pretense
The sense becomes dense
And the words, they  just perch on the fence

There was a young boy from Brazil
He practiced his accent with skill
Try as he might
His  rrs were not right
He failed to find favour with  Jill

There was an old lady in politics
She knew more than most about bricks
But the rest were not quick
They kept building with schtick
Their structures fell down in two ticks

A person obsessed
Is a person possessed
Of a habit hard to surrender
But the habit itself
Might be good to access
To  harness the skill to remember