Here's a l33t limerick from NeoMegaMan. It's the least I can do in return for your great reviews, man! ^_^

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My dancing skills are the roxxor,

But my stamina still does suxxor,

I try as I might,

Yet still every night,

Sees me lying, passed out, on the floor.

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I like it. And now, my standard stuff

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I came victorious,

Saturday noon,

The noise did not defeat me.

I focused hard,

And joined the song,

And let the notes flow through me.

I met another player,

Less experienced than norm,

It was a refreshing sight to see.

After the maniacs

Who seem to look down

On lesser players like me.

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Sunday noon, I come again

I've been to the arcade a lot.

Within the past week or so,

Five days, I've found my spot.

My lungs cry out,

My legs scream stop.

I do what I can,

But I can't stay on top.

What is this crap?

I can't find the beat?

What is this phenomenon

That makes me feel like dead meat?

What the heck's going on?

Last time was fine.

But now, I'm denied

That rhythm of mine.

My feet feel heavy,

The fan's chill's too much,

A stitch in my side,

As my tired muscles crunch.

My sweat feels like ice,

My muscles, like fire,

My body, a dead weight,

My situation, dire.

Evan asks me if I'm okay,

I apparently don't look well.

I say that I'm doing fine,

But even I couldn't tell.

The next thing I know,

I gasp and I drag,

My feet feel like lead,

My breath feels real ragged.

The next place I go,

The water fountain spot.

I drink and I drink,

I drink a whole lot.

Finally, I'm better,

Got my breath back,

Rehydrated my body,

And examine my stack.

Oh, what a bummer,

Token reserves are low.

I've hit a quandary,

Between this and lunch, though.

I cave and I spend,

My tokens are replenished,

I figure I can wait for food,

I won't soon be famished.

My game gets better

As I ease myself in,

I regain my fire

And start adding spins.

Some freestyle here,

A little more there,

Keeps the game interesting,

How much do I dare?

I stick to some basics yet,

No knee drops - they hurt!

Nothing real fancy,

Moves simple and curt.

All in all, it was fun,

Even if I ran out of money.

I got a grip back on my game,

And had time that was fun and funny.

(But man, if you're reading,

You know where you're at,

You're a twisted fellow,

Do you purposefully do that?)

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(A/N: the last line is NOT directed towards any of my known readers, but to a guy I know from the arcade)