No time for a deep, insightful blog post on the meaning of life today, so instead you get some nonsense poetry. Namely, a limerick:
I walked along the beach
And stepped upon a peach.
I slipped, and whacked
Muscle Man, who cracked
And now I’m quite dead meat.
Not exactly a wonderful limerick, but fun to write. If you enjoy limericks, there’s some good ones in Edward Lear’s A Book of Nonsense.
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