A Really Bad Limerick and a Failed Triolet

There once was a mad scientist
Who, perusing his extensive client list,
Discovered to his dismay
His latest death ray
Was built for his nemesis's podiatrist.

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This started off as a triolet
But something went wrong and I must admit
I'm not quite sure how I feel about it
But this started off as a triolet
Then it took its own reigns and it ran with it
And I'm not really sure where the path did split
But this started out as a triolet
And apparently I can't write poetry for s***
So I put down my pen and I say "Screw it
I might as well just learn how to knit
I'm bloody well done with this poetry s***
I QUIT!"

(But this started out as a triolet.)