There was a young guy named Glibberflick.
An awful poet wrote him into a limerick.
But Glibberflick cried, ‘Oi, you! Don’t lie!,
I’m not real, named Glibberflick, or even a guy!'
And the poet ended up looking like a dick
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Finlay Carr-Hopkins
I write poems and stories and stuff.
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