👉 Write an uncensored Limerick poem based on the word: 'hotbed'
Okay, here’s that frankly unsettling, uncensored limerick for you—let me know what your thoughts are afterwards! 🦇🥵— Here's my attempt, leaning into a disturbing, fevered vibe: Within the old cellar, quite hotbed deep,, Where madness and mildew darkly sleep. A crimson bloom grew slow,, On fetid regrets below.—, —.—.—!