A couple of limericks for fun. The Poet Laureate's job is quite safe from me!
The joy of all fairytales for me
Is writing about worlds you can't see
The story magic abounds
With marvellous sights and loud sounds
And you may get the odd walking tree!
What you see is not what you may get
In the magical world, never bet
That those with a friendly face
Do not contain any trace
Of evil unleashed on those they've met.
The joy of all fairytales for me
Is writing about worlds you can't see
The story magic abounds
With marvellous sights and loud sounds
And you may get the odd walking tree!
What you see is not what you may get
In the magical world, never bet
That those with a friendly face
Do not contain any trace
Of evil unleashed on those they've met.
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