OK, not a limerick but it's related.
Now that Weiner and his wife have a bun in the oven, he's really in a pickle with this jarring experience. I'm sure he doesn't relish the attention and wishes he had used a condiment. I don't know if he'll ever ketchup with his former life, obviously he mustard not of thought of that beforehand. While the timing is the wurst, let's hope the kid isn't a brat. I never sausage a mess in my life.
I'd say that's a "frank" assessment.