Bite The Bullet
Puerile caliber, risks crypt goes I,
peashooter to Saturday-night-special,
relatives riddled our home, armed, shot nigh,
puerile caliber, risks crypt goes I,
mortared appendages, aimless, I sigh,
pinched and kissed, triggered red-bled cheeks, et al,
puerile caliber, risks crypt goes I,
peashooter to Saturday-night-special.
REVISED
2020 October 25
*Honorable Mention*
Pick-A-Title, Vol 24 - Triolet
~~Edward Ibeh
It's 6:05 A.M. what am I doing on my computer
Limericks keep firing off in my brain like a peashooter
Totally out of control
Even outta my cubbyhole
That wasn't called for, I've lost control of my hooter
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