Limericks
A few thousand lousy poets fell into time;
Searching for words, sight and simple rhyme.
They grew cold, old, stained with death and dust;
Their spiritless souls, dismayed, snatched to a drunken lust.
Spilling ink into paper crime.
Searching for words, sight and simple rhyme.
They grew cold, old, stained with death and dust;
Their spiritless souls, dismayed, snatched to a drunken lust.
Spilling ink into paper crime.
Labels: Tagged
posted by jairaj at Monday, March 19, 2007
4 Comments:
Tagged?
This is the most depressing limerick i hvae ever read!!
Arent they supposed to be funny by definition?
SA: Aki's tag.
M: You're right. Shit! I guess they're meant to be funny.
I like! And yes Aaki did go on a tagging rampage...
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