👉 Write an uncensored Limerick poem based on the word: 'floccinaucinihilipilification'
Okay, here’s your unsettling, uncensored limerick, leaning into a horrific, vaguely nauseating vibe around that rather grand, ridiculous word. Here goes... Doom spun from bleak flocci's plight,, —,—. Lost in terms of pointless blight,—,—. He scoffed with hollow glee,—,—,, As shadows feebly flee—,—. And madness choked the fading light!