The thing that's annoyingly tragic is,
This cactus has plenty of adjectives,
So why can't I rhyme,
Like I do all the time,
And find myself right where the magic is?
I can't figure out a limerick,
About a cactus and its ******
******* it, it's stumped me,
I've been trying for centuries-
Or has it just been a few minutes?
Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 1:26 PM UTC
Look- the train of thought!
An unexpected turn left.
Wait, what was I saying?
Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 1:22 PM UTC