Since I'm one part fool, one part asshole, have obscene fantasies, and share a name with the person who popularized limericks (Edward Lear in the 19th century), they have become one of my favorite forms of expression. Here's today's:
I once knew a young man named Nat,
Who read poems whenever he shat.
If he didn't read verse,
his shit smelled much worse,
and his family couldn't deal with that.
Happy black Friday!
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