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I’d like to compose off the cuff But limericks are sadly too tough Perfecting the timing And planning good rhyming Is already tricky enough - Mod M

I thought i could make a librarian Out of this mute dignitarian Turns out he's just mean And cannot fit the scene So I'll above him at this murd'rous ferryman  - Mod E

Verizon bought this, as they well might You’d think they would know how to sell, right? But they bought for a billion And sold for three million A non-fully-functioning hellsite  - Mods E, M, B

I feel like I’m almost patrollin’ These catalog pages I’m scrollin’ I’m lookin’ and hopin’ My classes are open With space left for me to enroll in  - Mod B

Yeah, sorry, I’m here as a guest Cos our Mod E’s been feeling quite stressed They could use more time spanning ‘Tween their college planning And dying in games of Celeste  - Mod B

There once were two brothers named Stan Until one wrecked the other one’s plan Which then led to a fight That left one out of sight And the other to run scams and scans  - Mod M

A season two fitting the aura Of bending and ghosts and aurora You can say that they botched it But still, hey, we watched it They could’ve done much worse by Korra  - Mod B

My apprentice is no longer sound I’m so sad that the brother I’ve found Is as lost as he is Since he was such a whiz But I tell him “I have the high ground”  - Mod M

I just wrote a couplet but knew not The number of syllables you caught: They equalled fourteen And, as such, set the scene For your glorious entrance — haiku-bot!  - Mod B

If we missed a day we’d fall to sorrow And we’ve run out of time we can borrow We have chosen our task Which now leads me to ask The mods, “who wants to queue for tomorrow?”  - Mod M