A Limerick Twerk hard though she tried, none would grab it. Frustrated, she'd often mutter, "Dagnabbit!" Deemed poorly suited for the Church, Whenever she danced, she would lurch - Cuz she simply couldn't get out of that habit. Limericks? For some reason, I've noticed that limericks receive some particularly touchy comments from poets here on… Continue reading Bad habit, or: Assimilation
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