Bloody Awful Poetry Day 3: Oh, no! It’s Limerick Time (you knew there had to be one)

This entry is part 3 of 6 in the series Bloody Awful Poetry Day
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By Dawn Summers, aged 15*
Medium: Poetry (if we’re feeling generous)
Rating: G
*(She may have omitted the -uffy from her Spuffy.)

There once was a vampire named Spike
Who adored his huge motorbike
Because of the leather
Whatever the weather
Spike liked to ride out on his bike


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