A series of disjointed nonsensical limericks

There once lived a young boy
In whose life there was no joy
After much bawling
He found his calling
And dedicated his life to farming soy

There once lived a little jerk
Who fancied himself a turk
His opinions were too racial
Like a leper giving a facial
They just would never work

And on their travels they found
The Earth really was bloody round
They stood on the steeple
And watched all the people
And they dared not make a sound

They befriended a fiddler of yore
Who really was quite a bore
She was tarred and feathered
It left her oh so weathered
It became the stuff of lore

They traveled together as a trio
Arguing Kafka and singing Dio
The fiddler fancied the jerk
And the boy made it work
And they shortened her name to Cleo

And now we come to the end
Your ears to me did you lend
The trio lived happy
The jerk became a pappy
Even the boy found a girl to befriend
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My apologies. The words just took shape. It was them damn aliens that made me do it.

N