spin

spin, the self-proclaimed doyen of class,
Tried to raise his peers from the morass
To impress all the bro's
He posed on his tip toes
But he tripped and he fell on his ass.

The ass, a road scholar of worth,
Took it all with his usual mirth,
Said if he'd got offended
By the jerks he attended
He'd've had them all slaughtered at birth.

Nail holes
He was called Jesus Christ for his name
And parading on water his fame.
He said, "lately I've found
It could get a guy drowned
For since Easter I've not been the same."

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sotto voce

Sincere belief.

la70119

spin, you're really an expert at spinning these limericks. All I can think of is this lame one:

there once was a young lady from Hingham
who had had a dress made of gingham
she looked oh, so sweet
til she bent in the street
and picked up some stones and did fling 'em.