I like a lymeric

I like a limerick
I limerick a lot
limerick do tickle me
I limerick the dot

I satire the drum
I derive the dice
and act real nice
still deserving a’pounded rice

mucking words loosing herds
someone tries failing words
we flail we trail
we hoped people rail

but they fly in
not understanding a thing
speaking of their ring
n’things they’ve put within

not a gerbal man
id not lend a’hand
and that end complete
attached to forevers feet

As’t kicks’me up’da bum
reminding a’call to mum
havnt said a hum,
Just loosening a’thoughtful sum

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