Sonnettics

There once was a man made of rhyme
Who faced such a difficult time
With limericks and more
That were left at his door
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I once held your hand in my own
True love wasn’t something I’d known
The warmth would suffice
Like a virtuous vice
Like love could be something we’d grown.

At Christmas a young man named Mitch
Was given some coal and a switch
He’d asked for some porn
He cried out, forlorn:
“This sucks! Santa Claus is a Bitch!”