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.
chris i think it's "berserker" not "berkserker"
ReplyDeleteoh dritt... how did i not notice that
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