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And when will this poster fall shorter?

Outwitted by the grim reporter.

His quick repartee-

ribaldly risque-

poetically bending them over.

Edited to follow the niggling of

And when will this poster fall shorter? Outwitted by the grim reporter. His quick repartee- ribaldly risque- poetically bending them over. Edited to follow the niggling of @TheodoreKent

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It was once a man named Theodore Kent But he went to rehab, got sober and sent Poal into a glut of dank rhymes So then shitposters had tough times And downward the quality went

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A worthy opponent, well meant, did dunk upon . And though he did try his meter cock-eyed foiled a quite valiant attempt

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Grim reporter arived in a dinner jacket. With buttons inlaid with agate. He said with some glee. They call me OP. But you can call me a faggot.

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White Walter he laughed and he jeered. But mockery gave way to fear. For when he did say, reporter was gay, A stiffness pressed into his rear.

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Truthfully I must confess, I made up this silly contest. As an easy way to increase my say, and gain level 2 the fastest.

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i thought limericks were supposed to be 5 lines

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Theo could only find fault. Lightly he'd prod and insult: slightly combattive, politely passive- aggressive, childish salt

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Give me something that truly comes from your soul.

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Nagging Old Much of his time was misspent Critiquing my rhymes, simple yet sublime, I live in his head with free rent

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You asked me if your eyes were red Your father had just visited You had your eye drops And I met and shook your pops Knowing that I had just masterbated

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Ye's secret account

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I could never write a limerick, People say my head is thick, I won't spend my time With salacius rhymes That make me sound like a prick.

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Your rhymes are prick-like, true. Your head is rotund too. But your prose, it also blows. So maybe get a clue.