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OK, I apologize - it's steaming shite and no mistake, but it was the best I could come up with on the spur of the moment. I'm off to slit my wrists now, since writer's block has sent me spiralling into the depths of the deepest depression in human history... (Limerick) by Yardbird There was a banana called Mary,
Who was un-peeled, half-eaten and hairy.
Some monk from Tibet
Took her home as a pet,
Thinking she was his long-lost canary.
Up the ladder:
say I!
Down the ladder:
Think About It
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Posted: January 10, 2003 3:10 AM PST; Last modified: January 10, 2003 3:10 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.666802 Overall Rank: 2071 Comments:
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cleverdevice @ 212.219.142.161
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10-Jan-03/3:25 AM
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Oh yes, seven years in tibet 2 I think.
Marvellous
groove. in the heart and the poem.
This one has no man kissing, masturbation or huge ascii art of anything amusing. 8.
that was like the incredible journey, but even more credible.???
I hope you don't hurt yourself. It isn't the right thing to do. I like this limerick lots and lots and I hope you stick around and write more.
this limerick makes me want to hurt myself.
Haha hohohohohohoho.....heheheheheee.
That was great!
My writing sucks.
You are such a liar.
Get out of the Top Twenty and stay out!
Chilling.
I wish my writers block was this good. 10.
This is in the running for the awarde of 'Finest Title Of Ever'.
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