The Wasteland... in limericks

Ha!

T. S. Eliot's The Wasteland, re-written as limericks by Wendy Cope:

 In April one seldom feels cheerful;
 Dry stones, sun and dust make me fearful;
 Clairvoyantes distress me,
 Commuters depress me--
 Met Stetson and gave him an earful.

(Found via http://annaryanpunch.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-once-was-man-from-nantucket.html)