There was a woman from Cali,
who took a look in an alley,
where they did a bunch of crack,
but she never minded that.
Only minded when it was called Cali.
A/N: First try at a Limerick poem. I'll probably work on it and replace it later, but if you've got suggestions please leave a comment and help me out!
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CLUCK NO
PoetryA collection of both emotional and humorous poems about growing up and other frustrating parts of life that'll sound alright in your head, but just plain stupid out loud. !!!WARNING!!! This is not a compilation of chicken poems.
