The Rest of the Story
It was a dare that took me to the edge
Stepping up I climbed blindly upon ledge.
Blindfolded such a mistake,
My legs bend and start to shake.
Hearing those words, your choice is just my pledge.
I fell to my knees in a bunch of trees.
I am not dead, but I have a disease.
Poison ivy was so thick.
Covered my body so quick,
Forever more, you will scratch, Harry, please.
Note: Limerick Title "Should Have Known" by Paula Swanson
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