CW: language
By Tiffany Shull Peterson
I once wrote a poem about luck
But I found myself feeling stuck
The words they would not flow
The deadline did loom though
And that is why this poem will suck
There once was a doggo named Luck
Whose owner did not give a fuck
If he ran ‘round the town
Lifting his leg like a gown
Until he was hit by a truck
Luck is a tricky theme to write
One could be kept up all the night
If lim’rick is the aim
Anapest is the game
To ensure luck is written right
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