By Ed Calkins, the Steward of Tara
I was tasked with the composition of a limerick about myself. I was given a deadline of Super Bowl Sunday. I could embellish that I was unable to find ghost writer who was up to such an important task.
The truth is my modesty prevented me from composing a Limerick about my own significance. Instead, I wrote one explaining the complexities of interpreting the encrypted social messages within this literary treasure about to be released to the public.
Like a treasure beneath a stormy dark sea
Are encrypted revelations in Bryony
but the truth at its core,
with his limericks and lore
is how ruthless Ed Calkins can be
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