Promises unkept

There once was a man from Great Britain,
Whose dreams were perpetually shit on.
He spent most of his time
Coming up with weak rhymes,
But he couldn’t even finish writing a fucking limerick. Which was probably indicative of his unrelenting penchant for failure. Fuck.

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