Wednesday, November 30, 2005

An Inaugural Limerick

We once were some folks who could write
And all those who read prose thought we might
Hit it big with our books,
But instead we just took
More classes, abandoned the fight.

So on came a decade of toil,
With troubles and jobs that did spoil
Our inner desire
To inscribe and inspire;
Trapped by our own mortal coil.

But now, after eons of work
And distractions that e'er do lurk
We've rejoined the cause!
We'll write when we pause
To take leave of a life so berserk.

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