A flyte of limericks

Exeunt omnes. Dixit dominus. Cui bono?

"Enough clichés; and on with the story text doodle moose. They rowed for 50 days, but then realised that they'd forgotten their binoculars.

There once was a book full of BLA
The title of which was something like Gla
It wasn't much good
But indeed what could
be expected from an ex-Nazi called Derida!!!

Kongritalutions...

There was a young chap who presumed
To versify — quite unillumed
On the subject of "bla(h)"
And went rather too far
Though less misinformed than confused.

There was once a deleterious doctrine called deconstruction
Well known as a fiendish device, a devilish concoction
Just as it was incomprehensible
In equal measure reprehensible,
So that the reaction of most to it was eructation.

There was a young man who wrote limericks
Which tended towards the pathetic
He found it hard to relate
To the textual state
Constrained by phallocentric binary logic.