Swallowed up in golden fevers
—from Edward Rochester, no response required unless reciprocated
swallowed up in shackled folded gold
A fool I am to pine for you, Jane Eyre, but I dare say we fit well together, off my tongue it rolled
I passionately swore that I’d adore you in any state
Mad, angry, annoyed, happy, sad or sick, I’d hold you in feverish Affection, my love you cannot placate
I’m sorry, I know limericks are supposed to be funny, but it is absurd, Like being swallowed, the gold is growing a sickly mold.
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😊Good Job❤️ I barely know how this Limerick stuff goes Either ❗I've always liked your writing style so Great job❤️❤️❤️