You "trust that we’re all busy writing
A Limerick we’ll find exiting"?
Well I won’t begin
Cause you said I can’t win
So I’ll see if the fish are a ‘biting.
I respond:
I'm sorry your feelings are hurt
But afraid that I must reassert
There's no good way to spin it
You staffers can't win it
Plus, you already own a Staff shirt.
By the way...Irish Fest volunteers who are not, like my esteemed colleague Site Host #1, committee bosses or directors, are eligible.
Get to poeming!
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I'm afraid I must get cracking,
for my limericks they are lacking
To win I must vie
before time goes by
and soon, my bags I'll be packing.
Err...how many days to KCIF? :)
Only 135!
I know I don't have to admit
when it come time to submit
there is no reason to shed tears
I would rather have several beers
when it comes to a poem I could give a CARE.
Hey, wait a minute. "Care" doesn't rhyme with...oh, never mind. I get it.
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