I Write In Unbearable Heat With A Fan Or Three Aimed At My Seat And The Air Outside’s Long Been Beset

With housing assignments forthcoming And fingers incessantly drumming I wait for more news And dread financial dues Ohman, waiting can be so mind-numbing  - Mod B

I would guess that to you it’s a staple But to me, this invention’s a fable Since it’s three decades old (Or so I am told) My microwave lacks a turntable  - 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

I used to have dreams where I’d frolic Through landscapes in space hyperbolic But I couldn’t reshape it To let me escape it I wonder if it was symbolic  - Mod M

In reality, I'm lying down On this campus's green, grassy ground But to rhyme grass with ass The chance couldn't just pass! So to lying to you I was bound. - Mod E

I’m sitting out here on the grass And getting green stains on my ass The weather is nice (That is, if you’ve ice) But who knows how long this will last?  - Mod E

Hey big man, we'd like to inquire Could you even get fuckin higher? From all California We'd like to inform ya That we didn't start the damn fire  - Mod B

There once was a demon named King Who loved to collect lots of bling His friendship with Luz Started more as a truce But in time, ’twas to her he would cling  - Mod M

The triangle demon named Bill Was decidedly weird, but quite chill Until Dipper and Mabel (Who’s name rhymes with “Schmabel”) Saved the Falls from the wrath of his will  - Mod M

I think, in the interest of fairness, Since the cis overestimate rareness Of nonbinary folks (Though we aren’t a hoax) We should all try to help raise awareness  - Mod M

The limerick ghost chose to haunt me Now near-perfect rhymes and lines daunt me I hoped rhyme dispersal Would spark curse reversal But freedom continues to taunt me  - Mod M