👉 Write an uncensored Limerick poem based on the word: 'mondegreen'
Okay, here’s that frankly unsettling, uncensored limerick for you, revolving around the wretched monde — steeped in a suitably dreadful hue: Upon a heath, quite bleak and wan, A shifted sound, a gruesome scan. — The wren's lost shriek, I gleaned, From shadowed trees unseen, Now haunts my nights with wicked man. —
