I Thought I Could Make A Librarian Out Of This Mute Dignitarian Turns Out He's Just Mean And Cannot Fit

Mod M said "This game is the best!" So I thought I would give it a test And now I am sighing Because I keep dying This beautiful game's called Celeste  - Mod E

The game that I think is the best Is about a girl who’s stressed There’s mirrors, dream blocks, A grandma who mocks, And a mountain they all call Celeste  - Mod M

I keep checking news sites and hopin For plans from my school to reopen Or at least recognition That to pay full tuition Is a plan we should just put a "nope" in  - Mod B

Two dactyls, then end with a trochee Same rhythm that rhymes against /əʊki/ Then two other rhymes In about half the time And you’ve earned your first limerick trophy  - Mod M

We reckon this needs celebration! This started as just recreation But ever since then With you followers ten We say, on to yet more meme-iation!  - Mods E, M, and B

Been reading a lot of books lately And most of them I enjoy greatly There’s none so rewardin’ As the ol’ Robert Jordan Although he can drag on … ornately  - Mod B

I know it’s a weird kind of wish But the linguist in me wants to dish On how spelling and sound Are so weirdly unbound I can argue the swimmer’s spelled “ghoti”  - Mod M

He tells me his wife died, but she shouldn’t have Yet he doubts foul play. He asks, “whom could’ve pulled off something like this—” Interrupting, I hiss, “Mind your grammar, I think you mean ‘whomst’d’ve’”  - Mod M

I write in unbearable heat With a fan or three aimed at my seat And the air outside’s long been Beset by a strong wind Of fires and smoke and defeat  - Mod B

A friend of mine took up the yoke Of humour, and never revoked They said oh so boldly "Oh, you know me, "I would go any far for a joke!"  - Mod E

The boy known as Phineas Flynn Is notably lacking in chin But with his bro, Ferb (That duo’s superb) Each summer day’s surely a win  - Mod M