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Writing poems I hate.
It really makes me quite irate,
When I'm running out of time,
And I can't make these bloody lines rhyme.

ALHFOANFVALKDFNKLAD.

Reading it is fine. I don't mind that. It's just writing it that drives me bonkers. And I have like, ten poems for english due tomorrow. I've got most of them, but...

I'M STILL STUCK ON THAT BLOODY LIMERICK.

*stabs it*

I CAN'T WRITE LIMERICKS. NOT TO SAVE MY LIFE I CAN'T.

Haikus, fine. I can spew bad haikus about anything you like. Just not limericks.

Grrr. Curse you, Mizu. See, I had to write a poem about a dream as part of this, and he appeared in my dream the day before this was assigned, so that poem's about that dream. And I'm blaming him for making it a really long poem leaving me still working on this close to an hour after the computer's supposed to be turned off. 'Cause he always makes things complicated, he does.

But the dream had LASERS in it so I really wanted to write about it. >w>;;

Urf. Limerick still not working. I should probably be doing something about that.