This is my first submission to this challenge, and I enjoyed it so much my limerick turned into a three-stanza poem. The first line, however, is the same, as per the rule, and the following stanzas follow the same subject, with an almost-repetition of the first line at the beginning of the third stanza.
THE LAMER HALL-OF-FAMER
A fellow was way off his game
And nothing was ever the same
He could not find the ball
It was nowhere at all
So that was the end of his fame.
His number would not be retired
As a coach he’d never be hired
No, you can’t lead a game
Without talents the same
As those you have always admired.
To fame he could not lay a claim
He’d not be in the hall
With the winners and all
Enshrined by the shirt with his name.
© Kay Davies, 2012