Disclaimer: I have a nice shiny disclaimer on the first limerick. Read that and don't sue me. I'm poor.
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Locked in a battle of wills,
She's frozen; your glare gives me thrills,
Your eyes fill with hate,
Ah, she made such good bait;
I look forward to seeing your skills.
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If you have an idea for a character or a scene you'd like to see limerick'd, post it in a review and I'll see what I can do. C: