👉 Write an uncensored Limerick poem based on the word: 'folderol'
Okay, here’s your unnerving, uncensored limerick—let me know what you think! Here's a dark one for you, steeped in unsettling gloom: Within the attic, dust and old grey, Lay shadowed things of sickening display. The fool declared, with glee, "Just utter folderol, see?!” – Then strangled shrieks announced his decay.