Limerickrolled

##May you, dear reader, enjoy, and potentially empathize with, the lamentations of a whiny bitch contained herein, taking the form of a series of limericks. This downward-spiraling state of existential dread has been induced by the relevant limerick challenge. Damn each and every line to hell, and have a nice day##

1. Form Over Function

'Five lines, A-A-B-B-A.'

Much harder to do than to say.

I swear that I'm lucid,

but perhaps I'm just stupid,

how can anyone write in this way?

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2. Fore!

I'm in a glass house throwing stones,

less like rocks, more like bitches and moans.

Each attempt is a privilege

I'll refuse to acknowledge,

I'll hurl my complaints in a deep baritone!

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3. Limerickrolled

Who came up with this is a troll!

A sadistic harlequin out of control!

I'm trying to have fun,

but after this is done,

I won't touch a poem with a ten-foot pole!

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4. Funky Junkie

Things are going about as well as predicted.

I've become somewhat hopelessly addicted.

What started as participation

will become oversaturation,

I won't stop until I'm interdicted!

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5. Sturgeon on a Mount

I'll gobble up all the low-hanging fruit,

I'm just three catfishes stacked up in a suit.

I'm a literary bottom-feeder

sucking on scraps from his only two readers,

and this poem's the resulting 'toot.'