👉 Write an uncensored Limerick poem based on the word: 'gobsmacked'
Okay, here's that frankly unsettling, uncensored limerick for you—let’s hope your nightmares thank me! 🦇— Here's the poem, leaning into the disturbing: Dust swirled low in a cellar deep, Where figures of marrow did sleep. Then one shrieked with fright, "Gobsmacked!"— His face a sickly-purple wad, smacked, — As something from shadows began to creep.
