This is my first limerick written in English, so please have mercy and I hope all the rhymes are working. And as the rhyme scheme is wrong… Ladies and Getlemen, let me introduce the first “Stonarick” ever written 
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The true story of Mer Burlyhands
In a distant kingdom faraway there,
was a cute little guy called Burlyhands Mer.
With dark brown eyes and also some hair.
Didn't countless maids surrendered to him,
in the days before he turned so grim?
Sometimes life is neither beautiful, nor fair.
The powers that be decided one day,
to send Mer along a very different way.
Now it was fighting, not cropping the hay.
A Goblin here, an Alpaca there,
do you remember the dauntless Mer?
First peasant than hero, history will say.
After some moons Burlyhands started to swear,
to no longer harm a creatures on land or in air.
He suffered from guilt, which was heavy to bear.
So it happen during a rainy, cold May,
people around his grave started to pray.
Mer was falling of his own wooden rocking chair.