The Best Response To A Rude Limerick
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I feel it under my skin
A Paddy's Day sliver from the sharp edge of the brim
Whilst you call out my nomenclature for being too lame
I tinkle in a new glass when I think that I am to blame
I pass you this glass with green slime and I grin
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