*Warning for Terrible Poetry Followers: This poem is PG-13 at best
With a P-51 and a stash of old food,
One can hold out in style, lighten the mood.
But you’ll still feel alone
With no one to bone,
So be sure to bring tissues and lube.
This was written in response to the Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest, wherein the prompt was a limerick about stockpiling for the end of the world. You can find the original prompt post here.
What’s a P-51? Watch this prepper video to find out!
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