This poon spoem highlights four separate spoonerisms and just happens to follow the rules of cadence described by the limmerick. It is not a strict limmerick because the last line must rhyme with the first.
The lone Knight, he sat at the Long Table,
And stared blankly at the tong label.
"For the salad, I presume",
As he hummed a sad tune,
And expected he'd arrived a tad soon.
His fellow Knights, at the Round Table that night,
Signed his pack,said, "Alas!, he's not got it quite right".
"Fare thee well", they all said,
"Where thee fell you're sure dead",
Whilst the Knight mostly pined for his sack.
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