Limerick Battle Challenge

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enbiji
enbiji
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Greetings, illiterate cattle
You are challenged to limerick battle
If you take up the fight
Then you're high as a kite
Your lame verse will be your death rattle

Wannabe poets of Lit
Show us your weak lim'rick shit
Best me or die trying
Or run from me, crying
Your wannabe fate has been writ

Post your desultories here
I'll try, if I can, not to sneer
Then I'll join in the fight
And laugh with delight
As I slay you with my lim'rick spear

enbiji
enbiji
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enbijienbiji6 months agoAuthor

JuanTwoNo rhymes like a song

Never a lyric that's wrong

But I need intrumentation

During my masturbation

I'll pluck the tune on my pink thong 💘

JuanTwoNoJuanTwoNo6 months ago

:-D

Forsooth!  A challenge to rise!

With cheeky disdain in her eyes

Expecting, no doubt

All comers to clout,

She's in for a Iimerick surprise.

AnonymousAnonymous7 months ago

enbji : anon = 1 : 0

I go get some popcorn.

Satyr61Satyr617 months ago

Funny yet startling. Perfect poetry.

enbijienbiji7 months agoAuthor

Anonymous, lay off the meth

Makes you rant and it gives you bad breath

Your words, a sick vortex

From your damaged cortex

You're boring my readers to death

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