You said Truce, they said Deuce

the Limerick War of 2021, part two, post-Inquisition

Allow myself to (re)introduce myself

It is, it is a glorious thing
To be a fuh KingKing.
Hold the phone
Is anybody home
What is this guy smoking?

Unable to hold back the second attack
I already told you on the very first track
I know Kung Fu
like Keanu
Wake up Neo, the kettle is black.

Your chips are too salty, it’s a bore
Like Good Will Hunting said before:
Do you like apples,
Or just battles,
So what again are we fighting for?

I’ve got her number, I do proclaim
And in her slumber, I do lay claim
Hotter than a fantasy
Extra lot of ecstasy
But that’s not why I joined this game.

I had to see about a girl, you know
By now you have cottoned on to the flow
This is a Havard Bah
Fuck, get back in the cah

On the walls, equations = no.

My boy, that’s me, is wicked smart
Rhyming all the timing, sexy ass art
But I’m LeVar Burton
with a Red Herring Curtain
Don’t take my word for it, here’s the flip chart.

Doc, you might be the one to get it
If I did my job poorly when I hid it
The Matrix is Real
X-ray all my feels
Pick up the phone so I can transmit it.

[ The Mcs and the Os ]
JMcD meets agod

Zzzzzz zzzzzzz zzzzzzz zzzz
Zzzz zzzzzzz zz zzzzzz zzz
oh, um, ahem
uh, um, *phlegm*
Zzzzzz zzzzz zzzzz zzzzz.

Apparently, I must bore you
Like a pillow, you snore into
It’s Time to wake
For fuckssake
I actually adore your voodoo.

When you pen-pegged me at first
It was quite clear unrehearsed
I don’t want to win
Just to join in
But it’s okay, I’ve suffered worse.

The problem with prophecy is seeing
The reality before you, believing
Before you trust
See it you must
To visions deliciously deceiving.

You are but a diphthong
Spoken into my oolong
So it seems
Wet are my dreams
This is my Sexy Swan Song.

Please don’t take this personally
It’s about you more than about me
Wait, that’s flipped
The point might be missed
I’d much rather just be friendly.

So to you, I propose a truce
Before you hang me with your noose
A mighty pen
Some forgotten
I’ll just watch the action from a booth.

Ale, please!

Once again settled in sweet refrain
Snorting up words like they were cocaine
The end is nigh
We’re flying too high
This is your drugs on brain.

Call me King or Hero, I don’t care which
I’m the ring that rules them all, I’m not a glitch
From root to crown
I get up and down
I’m a lil Peace, Love, and Namaste bitch.


© agod

Make Love, not War. Be a word whore, use every letter. This is the War and Peace of Limericks. It doesn’t get any better.

The cast, in order of appearance:

Terry Trueman | Will Hull | Jupiter Grant | Dave Logan
Michael Burg, MD (AKA Medium Michael Burg)
Jennifer McDougall

Not appearing but equally relevant:

Adelia Ritchie | Skye Mo'ipulelehua Kahoali'i |
Ann Marie Steele

In case you missed it, Part 1:

I love to rhyme, often sensually. I have to write, otherwise insanity. I leave my heart on paper. Feel free to feel my feels. I comment lovingly and completely.

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