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Click hereGreetings, 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
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 💘
:-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.
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