Generated by the Bad Poetry Generator
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I eat possums in the sad morning
And I think this is all very tiring
Dave's not here, man. So don't bother to ring.
Or is it Eris, peering up from above?
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(Note: If your poetry in any way resembles anything produced by this or any other poetry generator, and you weren't being funny or parodying really bad poetry, then please don't ask me to critique it, read it, or even touch the notebook it was written in.)
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Comments: 19
*giggle. Thanks for the smile! I needed it.
(in my opinion) longer than it should?
and above all he will get spit at
like a stewardess should
Dame Ruth, yours inspired:
that echoed with sadness through the halls of the darned
She now knows he comes from only the finest stock
She smacked her knee and bellowed "Well I'll be durned!"
I tripped on a vicker's pet rock
Isn't all generated? Where's Dave? One toke over the line, Sweet Jesus?
Yet it's Scratch and Save day at the Bay
things are not always as they appear
but latin, is (not)language, but passed away.
we just plug a sentence into the generator
Well I don't know, but I'll be stumping for bounties
when all else fails consult you mentor
But oh, how this strength in me truly lies
I want one of those generators. Seems like more fun than a smoke bomb in the basement of the Science Building.
Well, nana nana boo boo!
I am going to the generator.
what sorrow do I feal for the naked fish?
I wish my toilet was without a leak,
and kick stealthy strokes like the Flemmish
I added punctuation, 'cause it doesn't look right without it.
Mmm. Needs some hot sauce and a little English bridesmaid.