Advent calendar Box 18

This is supposed to be a limerick but I don’t if I really succeeded. But here it goes.

A man found a compass

It made him really pompous

Then he got lost and got a frost

And lost a good cause

Never become pompous if you find a compass

This poem rhyme

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This poem rhyme and it’s not a crime

If you want to sue I won’t give you a dime

Rhythm is the key and not how you feel

This poem rhyme and it might not be fine

I hope you like it and don’t try to fight it

There are different ways to write a poem

Some are dark, some are light and some are a big fight

This poem rhyme but I have no time

It ends here but have no fear

I’ll be back and write more until I’m sore

Bye for now and see you later some other time

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You’re so (B)lush

You’re so lush, it makes me blush

I hear your voice and I have no choice

I’m no prude but I don’t want to be rude

You’re voice is so hot and makes me realise I’m not

If I saw you I would blush but since I don’t, I have to hush

I want to see your face but it feels like I’m invading your space

Sometimes I wonder, are you real because the way you talk makes me feel

You corrupted my mind even more and now I feel sore

My ears would burn if I wasn’t so turned on

The words you say and the words you mean, makes me keen

You’re so lush and that makes you my new crush

Tallenna