Auto-Rhyme
You might think this guy's running outta limericks
They're coming outta my ears and that ain't gibberish
My brain's on auto-rhyme
Comes through every time
Quite vigorous, feverish and carnivorous
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2017
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