Limerick

Nov 24, 2022

1 min read

By Adit Vyas

Oh my god, The teacher said write!

But I just don't know what is right?

All thing waggy is some-around,

Words of my poem are tumbling around

The rhymes in my mind are the worst,

Bless thy reader! What a terrible verse.

By Adit Vyas

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