I passed through the mystical portal
And found shoes that would make me IMMORTAL.
But...I can't wear those!
They've got separate toes!
Normal people will see me and chortle.
I passed through the mystical portal
And found shoes that would make me IMMORTAL.
But...I can't wear those!
They've got separate toes!
Normal people will see me and chortle.
As I walk to my door, looking cool (ish)
My thoughts tend to turn to the ghoulish.
I quicken my pace
Though there's never a trace
Of real danger. I look rather foolish.
I don't know whether you noticed, or whether it worked, but what I tried to do here was quicken the rhythm of the limerick through the third and fourth lines, before the abrupt halt in the fifth. To match the quickening pace in the graph, you see.
Kill Hitler? Ach ja, that sounds great,
But you need to attend to the date.
If you shoot Herr H deady
When the world has already
Had the war, then you're just a bit late.
I was at a political talk
Where the lecturer spoke in a squawk
And he seemed (here’s the thing)
To be left- AND right-wing
He must be a deficit hawk.
It's true, how time works is confusing
But any new way of your choosing
Would likely be much
Worse, or at least a touch;
And not really all that amusing.
My business plan's fiendishly clever
I get every Jan, Mo and Trevor
For free, to contribute
Then others distribute
So when do I come in? Er, never.
There was a fresh prince of Bel Air
Whose schemes drove his uncle Phil spare.
He also made tunes
And BOOM! shook the rooms
And he had really cool 90s hair.