So I’ve heard that my dicklets you’re eying,
And amongst all yourselves you’ve been vying
To get one your own
As a part of your home.
(Don’t lie, I have seen you all trying.)
And perhaps comics aren’t your fancy,
Maybe raffles just seem too damn chancy.
And that ******** long list
Of ques-i-ons pointless
Damn impossible, yes, that I can see.
But maybe you’re inclined to rhyming!
Your meter in frenzy all climbing,
Voice honeyed, sing-song-ing.
To answer your longing,
HERE’S A LIMERICK CONTEST - what timing!
This isn’t a contest you must dread,
Just make sure all your posts in this thread
In
hot pink are colored
And are limericks, brother!
Best poet wins both bab and mad cred.
(In plain english, to enter this contest, simply make sure all your posts are written, as much as possible, in hot pink limericks for the duration of the event. Whoever handles it the best wins an orgy babby, ties being broken by poetry-to-prose ratio.)