FOWC: Madness

They said it couldn’t be done, they said it was madness. To write a limerick as thus surely would fall flat on its face. See what you think and what is so peculiar about this  “rhyme”

There once was a silver wolf,

Who after ninth pint said enough,

He drunk up some orange,

But orange was boring,

So he sought a more dangerous gulf.

There we go; as mad as a box of frogs as far as I can see.