there was a bard down to his last dregs
he could smell his devils rotten eggs
a shadow held his hand
it's skin felt like wet sand
as the bards opus ran out of legs
©bg 2023
author's notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick
there was a bard down to his last dregs
he could smell his devils rotten eggs
a shadow held his hand
it's skin felt like wet sand
as the bards opus ran out of legs
©bg 2023
author's notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick