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Spitballing (Limerick) by INTRANSIT I once knew a child who spit,
'twas publicly said: "He's unfit!"
One day he was gone...
they, in horror, looked on
he was seasoned with thyme on a spit.
Up the ladder:
Unfair
Down the ladder:
I would be happy to forget what day it is.
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Posted: May 25, 2004 5:15 PM PDT; Last modified: May 25, 2004 5:15 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.2689414 Overall Rank: 3827 Comments:
Can you work 'clit' or 'tit' or 'submit' in there someplace? Damn! I'm turning into a white woman-- Michael Jackson.
"they, in horror, looked on" breaks the flow of a limerick, and i agree that the last line is weak. take out the commas from the horror line and that part is fixed... the rest is up to you
He deserved it. So do you for not knowing the past tense of "to spit".
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Needs a new last line.