Randy Freie Poet Limerick

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Of my nose, Pop said, he could not save

Thru his laughter, told me to be brave

Blood hit the ground and froze

Still, it gushed like a hose

Soon after, the dead, rose from the grave 


Their pennies popped when they saw the flood

So, they dived on top and dined on blood

But, once they had their fill

They used the rest for swill

And left me face down, drained, in the mud


Then they turned their attention to Pop

He kept screaming and told them to stop 

But, they all kept going 

One hell of a showing

They said he was good to the last drop

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