I don’t know when was the last time I last wrote a Limerick, so this is a challenge for me. The first one is without alliteration. The second one is with alliteration.
A funny lady when to a farm
there was a spider but no alarm
She screamed a high note
She dug up a mote
She saw it was her hair all along.
Detective directed a dance
carefully chanting cheerful chance
He hissed with his hat
He is a hot ham
Dreaming Detective do not despair.