Name Dropper Inspired By Contest
Two limericks
There is a truth I must tell and it is a whopper
I don't come from much, but married a Hopper
I'm not playing games
When I make it rain
Though unintentional, I have became a name dropper
I have seven missed calls from Justin Bieber
My stacks of fan mail just keep getting steeper
I hate to be vain
But can't entertain
Every filthy rich and famous creeper
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