Fifteen

I may have mentioned this before, but I've been busy recently. I still am, which is having the very odd side effect of making me actually want to do work on my dissertation. I've never really found myself trying to find the time before and... well, now I'm just repeating the limerick.





I never thought I'd feel such elation
At the chance to work on my dissertation.
But I relish each hour
When I have that power...
I'm never in this situtaion!





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One

OK, so, limerick number one. I suddenly realise that writing 100 limericks means writing ONE HUNDRED of them. Oof.

But here goes:

So today is the day I start writing,
In the hope that it might be enlightning.
There'll be "no, not quite" rhymes,
And irregular times,
But my gosh won't it all be exciting?