The Recalcitrant Writer

This is for Mother Combs' Limerick challenge (link below), and I have to confess, it is almost entirely autobiographical.

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This writer was feeling exhaustion,

And thought she'd sit out for a portion.

But these thoughts followed through,

Just slipped out like a poo,

A Limerick gained by extortion.

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And as an explanatory note, this one, too:

There was a young lady from Dorking,

Who wrote poems when e'er she went walking.

She did not intend

To jump on this trend,

But her brain, it just wouldn't stop squawking.

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All resemblance to real persons is entirely accidental. I am not a young lady from Dorking.