Limerick

There was a tiny boy with a big head
He was eating only bread
Once when he was having a lunch in a town
He saw a big, spooky clown
The boy got so afraid that he attacked him with the loaf and the clown was dead.

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  1. Good idea and we can save the poem but it needs changes: you basically forgot about the rhythm altogether and the stressed syllable numbers are whong everyhere. Talk to me

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