My manuscript's stuck in the slush,
All hopes are now turning to mush,
But my limerick collection
Won't bring me dejection,
Cause people who read them just gush!
There once was a girl from Chepachet
Whose favourite band's Molly Hatchet,
One night she sneaked out
To go wand'ring about
And to visit her buddy, Nurse Ratchett.
Nurse Ratchett was one nasty nurse
Just what did she keep in her purse?
It was long; it was rigid,
Of course, she was frigid
Hey! It wasn't the keys to the hearse!
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