He won't hear the end of this.
He'll be forever taking the piss.
Ah, his thing got confused
The wrong function was used
Instead of a date ending in perfection
His overly excited er- Well, he was handed rejection
And he walked away with his pride being bruised
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This limerick was originally commented on Cathy Holmes' limerick, "Young Michael."
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This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
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hahaha. This is great. Thanks for the shout out.
Hehehe!