The Mad Kane Limerick Prompt was: Prime (at the end of one line).
Here's mine:
BITEY FACE
Even though some thought his rump was prime
It was squashy like lemon and lime
He makes a bitey face
As bitter as old lace
The butcher was having a good time
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MAD AT THE MADMEN
Left knee follows right stations of the cross
Story after story lying to her boss
My photographic memory she screams
The junk inside the margins and without
All that muck stuck inside my dreams
Pencilled on the mattress inside the bed and out
Fleet of foot chasing her pet clockwork mouse
She climbs the steps to the ninety sixth floor
Mad at the madmen in the penthouse
(That they won't let her rent no more)
When the storm came every jot and title
Oceans of emotions floods of tears
Dot to dot she comes tasty as nut brittle
Screaming as her nightmares turn to fear
Story after story lying to her boss
Left knee follows right stations of the cross
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OTHER METALS
like secret caves under the sea
inexplicable to me
everything different somehow
nothing much is as it seems
cryptic as the day's long now
stale tales visions dreams
whiskies gins the ladies sing
a ragmans ring silver gold
anagrams of other things
other metals bought 'n' sold
treasures lost fortunes found
ciders beers ales and stout
runners riders underground
how do these things come about
inexplicable to me
like secret caves under the sea
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