You stay up all night writing words
Rewrite and revise like a nerd
Think your poem is tops
But it turns out it's slop
So you think, "Fuck this shit, I'll watch birds."
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This limerick was an entry for Vocal's Ludicrous Limerick Challenge in March 2023. Thank you for reading!
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Sarahmarie Specht-Bird
A writer, teacher, traveler, and long-distance hiker in pursuit of a life that blends them all. Read trail dispatches and adventure stories at my website.
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