Some days, the poetry muse doesn't visit, no matter how much I beg her. Today is one of those days. All I could conjure up was this limerick.
There once was a fellow from Nare,Who invariably fell down the stair.He finally had hopeAnd walked down a rope.He stayed perfectly balanced on there!
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