This is rapidly turning into a limerick blog... The 'box theme' is in response to a Wednesday prompt from Poetic Asides. Here I go:
A heavy weight champion Gox
Once tried to think out of the box:
He went, 'Peace and love...'
While unlacing his glove,
But a whack knocked him out of his socks.
A tiny and fragile Miss Ox
Has lived all her life in a box.
She let no one in,
And kept everything clean,
And she never did get chicken pox.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur