Random Limericks – or – Words Hate Me

Already I’m think I’m in trouble
This limerick’s crumbled to rubble
Before a word spoke
My amphibrach broke
And couldn’t be found now by Hubble

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A limerick, would be the best
A dactyl or an anapest
But I don’t recall
My meter at all
By now I’m sure you’re unimpressed

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These poems are meant to be bawdy
And not full of rhymes that are shoddy
But these are so low
I think I will go
Pretend to be Paul Giamatti

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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