A limerick

When the stage is clear i once again take to the stage

There Once was a man from kernass.
Whos balls were made of fine brass.
They played Stormy Weather
He banged them together.
And sparks flew out of his ass.

Then i let out a sinister laugh i reach in my bag and pull out 4 Scimitars. And begin juggling them.

On the moors Berta walked in a daze
There she'd bark at the moon and the haze
Still her friends weren't concerned
For by now they had learned
Once a month she would go through this phase.

A bear taking a dump asked a rabbit
"Does shit stick to your fur as a habit?"
"Of course not," said the hare,
"It's really quite rare!"
So the bear wiped his ass with the rabbit

I let out another laugh and toss up the swords and then one by one i carch them

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