Okatym, you’re a sadist you say;
I’m sorry, but I don’t swing that way.
And I’m not one to cheat,
So I’m stuck with my meat
As long as my girlfriend’s away.
So DIVEMASTER wants to be flamed;
Wishes to be verbally maimed.
My name’s not been slurred,
Nor insult incurred,
Attack him? Why, I’d be ashamed.
Divemaster, you misunderstand,
A spanking is not what I planned.
You asked for a hit,
Or a barb (like the pit).
I didn’t offer to give you a hand. 
Here’s something I didn’t expect, you-all:
Loco thinks I am too sexual.
The lim’ricks you’ve read
Have come from my head;
But not the one that’s intellectual!
All your limericks keep my heart stirred,
But the length of this thread is absurd.
Here’s what we’ll do:
We’ll start a Part 2!
I look forward to each silly word…
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