LDC
On est tous des pangolins
I feel like it should be possible to rework this post as a limerick.
There was an old anarchist from Leeds.
Who griped and moaned as he peed.
"My piles make me stumble.
And my eyes make me fumble."
But it could be much worse,
At least I'm not in that there London."
Last 2 lines need some work, 7/10 for effort.