I have a secret (guess not anymore) love of Limericks. They make me laugh, really laugh. I know they are naughty and that's probably why? It's the devil in me.
My hands ten digits serve me well
Hidden under table top they dwell
When you act the turd
I don't say a word
The middle sends you straight to hell
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Five Year Poem Plan - Part 1
PoetryI am going to attempt to write a poem a week for five years! It is a personal resolution that I am making public in order to hold myself accountable.
