Subject: PPC in Limerick!
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Posted on: 2014-05-01 19:00:00 UTC

It was just a day in PPC,
That seemed as normal as could be.
But then came a double-take
From Makes-Things's mistake
Normal? Well, let's say we'll see.

It was quite an explosive mix
And made many agents quite sick.
Then someone cried: "Glory me!"
I have got it, you see.
The narrative is in limericks!"

The style made Justine quite dizzy,
And that put her in a tizzy.
She couldn't run away,
So, then, she must stay.
In complaining she was quite busy!

Agent Amanda was sick to her tummy,
And she didn't find it so funny,
As did her fellow agents
Who in laughter were spent.
They nearly ended that time as mummies!

There was much complaints,
Lots of 'no' s, 'why' s, and 'ain't' s.
And to throttle Makes-Things
Folk had strangling strings!
This stuff'd make any quite faint!

"When the narrative rhymes,
We must, all the time!"
Said grumbling PPC
Windward and lee.
People started talking in mime.

Then Makes-Things got it fixed.
If nothing, that was a trick!
He was under such pressure,
No chances could measure!
But there'd be no more limericks!

It couldn't have come too late.
Agents cried out: "It was fate!
Now we can speak freer
Without anapestic meter!
We're all free to go and do... wait."

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