WINTER
Take note that the weather each winter
Is grey and in need of a tinter
If you slip on the ice
Which isn't that nice
Your leg'll get put in a splinter.
SPRING
Just look at the weather each Spring
It's an utterly pleasurable thing
It seems to get lotta
Brighter and hotta
With blossom buds blooming their bling.
SUMMER
Observe that the weather each summer
Can be a bit of a bummer
They forecast a drought
But we hardly get out
It just gets crumbier and crumber.
FALL
It seems that the weather each fall
Is worse than the autumn before
The more the rain wetters
The colder it getters
I'd rather no weather at all.
(Finally, since some definitions of the limerick say it must be bawdy and involve a member of the higher clergy...)
Did you hear of the bishop of York
Who was heavily into his pork?
Bits of the gristle
Sliced up his pizzle
So now he pokes with a fork.