A Tale of a Heroic Dog Introduction To Communication Systems is a textbook I used to use It's full of advanced math, diagrams, modulation schemes, and student abuse It's a really expensive hardcover volume, cover intact, not a page loose, A dog pissed on it. Yay!
Ode to the knife Why you hurt me when I prep veggies all I wanted was to prep veggies without a scratch You changed all that When your knife cut into my skin Grandpa has cancer The dog hacked up again The grill is going I think someone is going to start a fire with those fireworks Something something something I think I filled in my run time
Last week one of my characters lost it and wrote an ode to another character. I deleted it, hoping to erase the whole thing off my mind, but it keeps coming back to haunt me. "... invades my nights And lifts me to unknown heights." The rest is just as dreadful. I hope I could laugh it off eventually.
I invoke the powers of Odin's Piss! Rhyme Tryme Milkshake on the board... walk. My hands covered in chalk. Skyscapes of the tough... bricks. My house building of wood.
Burn a witch, Sell the chickens, Clean up aisle 5, Shave a spider, Run Forest, Run, And see how pretty, This poem is shitty
Say it ain't so, just don't ask why I'm an onion, but no small fry If you cut me, I'll make you cry You won't bite me, let's see you try
a push a pull in the dead night is this the mighty pen of old sought by sages and fools alike bring forth the documents a writer's block forbids yet another page in the morning light if only it were not blank
Hi, @TheNineMagi! I just thought I'd point out that you, being new around here, don't seem to have a grasp of what this thread is for. This thread is for BAD poetry, okay? Your poem is actually too good for this thread. This may be the only thread we have in which "You have too much talent" is considered a searing criticism. Try to stink more, okay?
lol, will try to do my worst: with a twinkle in the eye they thought they had it, in a moment they lost it all, as they watch it erase itself in just another illusion of a wisp of aether fading among the weeping willows.
Dog shit is brown and sticky on your shoes it upsets the picky on your hands its kinda icky don't you hate it when the puppy poops blamange Dog shit is awful smelly wobbly like a jelly not the greatest on your welly don't you hate it when the puppy poops blamange
I jumped out of my bed, huzzay! And went to leave my house. I thought lets play games all day. But wait, I hear a mouse. It turned out to be the door, making noises like a whore. It eeped and cracked on the beat, the wood expanded by the heat. It made an awful lot of noise, even louder than my sextoys!
I have to wonder at the sound of thunder coming from my ass it was kinda silly to have so much chilli in my last repast
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and that is that she did exclaim and what it was no one knew and oh we wondered what to do and so it was for fools we were she surely knew we knew not taking glee in our demise and oh my, oh my what could we do when that is that
Yull mistletoe, trim with more precision, said the esthetician to the new hire. S'ain't a nick! But twas a close call, ivy done this before! said the new hire.
Maybe like this: I jumped out of my bed, huzzay! - I got out of bed And went to leave my house. - Went to go out I thought lets play games all day. - A mouse can make noise But wait, I hear a mouse. - I went outside though It turned out to be the door, - I went out to go making noises like a whore. - Out because of mice? It eeped and cracked on the beat, - The door creaked noisily the wood expanded by the heat. - It was hot It made an awful lot of noise, - I forgot even louder than my - I was outside and thinking about sex again sextoys! You have too much of a consistency with "whore" and "sextoys", the sound of a mouse compared to the door, and the delightful rhythm of the line "It eeped and cracked on the beat". There is also a discernable rhythm to the whole piece even though it is broken up a bit. AND it has quite a clear narrative progression from getting out of bed to going outside. Basically a terrible attempt at being terrible! You should be ashamed!! haha!
Alone At an empty table that seats at least seven I check the clock It's still ticking It's well past five. They said they were coming. But still I'm alone Fuck group projects, I'll do it myself.
