Sir Jupiter told of a man vying
a beautiful chick to be lying.
But--not even the sages
in US Weekly pages
could know that the man would be dying!
Tolkien Boy slyly derailed us
with superheroes. How they regaled us!
But unless he corrects
this absence of sex,
oh! How the fellow has failed us!
Master Fob--well, what can we say?
He's always been sort of "that way."
It's not so much the bangles,
but, yes, the hard angles
that help us to know that he's gay.
Weed knows that pure elocution
can often be cause for confusion.
Abstinence, that's the thing,
so he neglected to bring
any writing, to gain absolution.
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Your embarrassingly ineffectual and flaccid prose made me feel uncomfortable.
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Hey! Write one about me! You have my story! Pretend I was there!
Stupid limericks. I'm blaming that activity for putting my poetic process on hold for another week.
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