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The Worst Limerick
by Kristine BrieseThere once was a poet named Kris
whose poems stank like an old fish
She took a deep breath
and jumped to her death
but that didn't make her poems any better. 10/31/2003 Author's Note: Grrrr! Why can't I write anything?!?
Posted on 11/01/2003
Copyright © 2026 Kristine Briese
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Aaron Blair on 11/01/03 at 02:26 AM Your poems don't stink. And true, jumping wouldn't make them any beter. :P |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 11/01/03 at 02:59 AM Well, just BE and it shall appear. Its there. Only you are not. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 06/05/07 at 07:03 PM *rabid snorts of hysteria* [stifled out of respect for the undead]
So, is anyone up for deep dish?
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