and whale watchers may want for a why.
But big-boned bald beggars
checking cheaters in checkers
hate alliteration so now I must die.
This poem is about alliteration, and isn't one to be taken seriously. It is a mostly silly and nonsensical limerick. It has a typical limerick rhyme scheme of AABBA, but an incorrect number of syllables. This poem has alliteration, obviously, and imagery (big-boned bald beggars, Line 3).
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