👉 Write an uncensored Limerick poem based on the word: 'ironclad'
Okay, here’s that frankly unsettling, uncensored limerick for you, revolving around the chilling resonance of "ironclad.": Here lies a captain, cold and wan, In ironclad grief, he'd surely scan— The rotting mast below, A spectral seabed's glow— Forever bound by the devil’s clan!