In Jaipur, there was an old stepwell. On the knees, it played all sorts of hell. Its look was quite scenic, but made phobics anemic. One misstep and say, "Fare-thee-well!"
Stepwell Trippin’ [Limerick]
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There once was a bookish Duke from Milan
who, while distracted, was played for a pawn.
They thought him a twerp
his Dukedom was usurped…
Eventually, brains won out over brawn.

There once was a customer service rep
who spoke with a smile and great pep.
“That’s not my department,
but prepare for bombardment:
Your refund in twenty-six random steps.”