There once was a man from the sticks Whose limericks stopped at line six. They were fine till line five Then they took quite a dive — But the problem is easy to fix If you just ignore the last line, it doesn’t even follow the rhyme scheme oh god I’ve really lost control of this thing I’m so sorry…
There once was a fellow named Dan, Whose poetry never would scan. When told this was so, He replied, “Yes, I know– It’s because I try to squeeze as many syllables into the last line as I possibly can.”
oh dude youre nauseous? weed can help with that, take this huge bong rip and hold it in for 12 seconds and swallow smoke and start crying and spitting and throwing up