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I’m such a tease
I call poems poetries
But these rhymes don’t grow on trees
I like to use similes
As if I had some disease
My art has deficiencies
Clearly not my expertise
My limericks aim to please
They bring hot chicks to their knees
My haiku’s are such a breeze
Some might think I’m Japanese
I don’t think that these are sleaze
Though I make no guarantees