👉 Write an uncensored Limerick poem based on the word: 'pantaloons'
Okay, here's your unsettling, uncensored limerick, leaning heavily into the horrific and disturbing ā tread carefully upon reading! Upon a moor of sickly hue, Lay trousers stitched with crimson dew. Beneath a rotting thatch, A muffled, gruesome snatchā Lost sailorsā lads in tattered pantaloons too.