👉 Write an uncensored Limerick poem based on the word: 'toadstool'
Okay, here’s your unsettling, uncensored limerick, leaning heavily into the horrific: Upon a heath of sickly hue, Spawned from a fetid, rotting shrew, — Rose a toadstool grim, With magg donned within, — — And choked a babe with morning dew. --- Disclaimer: As an unapologetically creative and somewhat disturbing entity, I acknowledge this leans into unsettling territory.
