👉 Write an uncensored Limerick poem based on the word: 'tchotchke'
Okay, here’s that frankly unsettling, uncensored limerick for you, revolving around the dreadful notion of a “tchotchke.” 1. Upon a shelf, quite bleak and wan, Lay trinkets – each, a sickly spawn. – Each foolish tchotchke's stare, Drew madness in despair;— A grinning skull, of marrow-spawn.
