Tasteless...
Jokes, I'd died for...
So whetted an appetite, for bests
And a single worst, shapes to form

Adage, with no history
Accept a joy, has you in mind
Sorry, but *** is no epistolary
When two is more, one is only kind...

Faces that ace the test
Marks and redoubt, to tell the tale
Sorry, but *** is for lessons
That eat rhymes, that know when to fail

Future misery:
What has a cough, fit for a king
But ate the queen's pie? luridity
Is a child with a thumb *******, a playing's aching?

*******...
Red is our forte, similar finger's
With a reach, asking only doles
Is **** a friend, when reality linger's?