So you want contributions to your blog?
Be ware what you wish for (menacing fog)
For my mood is not cheery
It is more dark and dreary
Like the potion: eye of newt, leg of frog

Don’t worry, I’m just sick—hence my mood
I wouldn’t want my limerick to sound rude
You see, I have a little flu
And a soar throat too
It has nothing to do with unemployment