Playing catch-up again.  This poem is for Day 5 of the #introtopoetry course for which we were tasked with writing a limerick about the imperfect nature of someone or something.

My lord but you do have a temper
I wonder what’s eating your centre
I know it’s not much
For to me you’re nonsuch
But you could try to be a bit gentler

nonsuch:  noun

1 archaic A person or thing regarded as excellent or perfect.
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