limericks

Today there's nothing to do
Tomorrow sounds perfect and new
My books unread
Projects unsaid
Bored with everything due

I once met a personal specter
Said I need to find a hectre
of land my own
persons to shown
But specters are devilish actors

Tomorrow's tomorrow's today
Living an amiable way
going to work
emotions to shirk
I'm never going away

The magus looks toward their star
Whilst tuning an acoustic guitar
Together they croon
A star for the moon
A love that works as far as they are

A game that hides "it" from me is bad
When a game gives "it" to me I'm mad
looked it up
this game, it sucks
Games no longer have "it" and I'm sad

He says he cares not for debate
While stuffing his cares through a gate!
Methinks he doth
Protest the cloth
His priestliness I would smack with a rake