Before you can take another step you hear a sound behind you. It's your friend Chet. He looks upset.

"Chet, buddy!"  You proclaim.  "Are you okay?"  Immediately you regret asking.  Chet's a guy you met in a poetry class.  Sure, he's nice enough, but he's one of those starving artist types.  He's always got some gimmick "to immerse himself in his art," as he calls it.  His newest one is talking only in limericks.  Before you can excuse yourself, he begins:

“Oh man, it’s a horrible day,

I mean, it started out okay.

Then I argued with Sue,

And she told me we’re through…”

The End

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