Monday, December 31, 2012

Poetry

I have a normal dislike for writing non-rhyming poetry, because you have to be all mushy-gushy thought and stuff. It's usually not funny and is mostly boring. Here's a limerick or two that I have written (cough cough stole cough).

There once was a pig named Riddle
He played a very feisty good fiddle
He broke all his strings
Lost all his things
Now he owns naught a nickel.

I'm out of ideas.

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