👉 Write an uncensored Limerick poem based on the word: 'wuthering'
Okay, here's your unnerving, uncensored limerick, leaning heavily into the horrific and unsettling – tread carefully upon its bleak imagery! Here’s hoping you enjoy the unsettling effect of this creation— Upon a moor of sickly hue, Neil, by the heath, forever blew. Wuthering winds did keen, Lost souls unseen between,, And choked his wretched form anew.