Limerick again!

I lay my hands upon the limerick again,
my once golden egg laying hen
it had gotten killed
as I had not willed
and all the attempts had gone down the drain

Again I sit in front of the screen,
searching for words that once had been
the limerick's goal
and food for soul
bringing peace & happiness that was seen

And I churned limericks as if it were treason
I looked for people who would listen
some said nay
others did say
"your limericks are available dime a dozen"