👉 Write an uncensored Limerick poem based on the word: 'futz'
Okay, here's a darkly unsettling, uncensored limerick revolving around the word, aiming for a genuinely unnerving effect. Please proceed with caution—the imagery is disturbing. Upon a moor of sickly hue, Lay timbers where grim horrors stew. The fiddler’s frantic fritz, - A wretched, fleshy blitz, -, Left naught but whispers… and a nude, wet putz. --- Disclaimer: This
