Long time no limerick (fortunately)… so here goes (unfortunately)…
There was once an old man of Mig,
He was eccentric – he glued, to his head, a wig!
“To each his own!”,
Said the man, in a baritone –
Then, went right ahead and kissed a pig.
Don’t ask me why. Just remembered an often heard sentence, ‘To each his own, so said an old man who went and kissed a pig’, in response to some people having some weird likes/dislikes.
Not one of my better works. Sorry Mr.Lear, I tried!