Limerick

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 hope

And walked down a rope.

He stayed perfectly balanced on there!

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