write a really bad poem

[Il Penseroso]

Pimples waddle afore
and soon oil occupies the shore
of a face owned by O'Dor.
Sausage overfill under the skin,
digestion remedied, hazardous waste wears thin
gluttons shouting more more more.

[blp]

I don't understand. It says Il Pensoroso was the last person to post here, but his post isn't here and this is the last page.

[Il Penseroso]

I see my post.

[mazHur]

On the Inauguration of a Vegan faux fastfood outlet in Canada

IT'S CHICKEN THIS TIME
NEXT TIME IT WILL BE GOATS
STILL NEXT IT WILL BE COWS AND PIGS
WILL WE THEN SURVIVE ON GRASS ALONE??

[blp]

I see my post.

Now it's here.

[blp]

So this is reality
One weird undifferentiated mass of grey ooze
I love you goofy fru

[Page Sniffer]

Sorry for the double post, my computer is retarded.

[Page Sniffer]

"Bad, bad, bad dog," she blathered blatheringly,
belittleing my painted paw prints plastered across
her hundred thousand year old antique caveman
coffee table from the Casiopea Caverns in Cairns.
My PHD in paw painting from obedience school in
Paris paid for her bad taste in art for the last time.
I can get better treatment at the pound, so I filed
unflinchingly for a new un-flee bitten owner -- woof.

[white camellia]

So this is reality
One weird undifferentiated mass of grey ooze
I love you goofy fru

I like this, blp.

[blp]

I like this, blp.

Actually, I kind of like it too.

[blp]

"Bad, bad, bad dog," she blathered blatheringly,
belittleing my painted paw prints plastered across
her hundred thousand year old antique caveman
coffee table from the Casiopea Caverns in Cairns.
My PHD in paw painting from obedience school in
Paris paid for her bad taste in art for the last time.
I can get better treatment at the pound, so I filed
unflinchingly for a new un-flee bitten owner -- woof.

I like this too. Very good in fact.

[blp]

Are you so very annoyed about Wednesday?
You won’t confine yourself here,
to be exact;
are you earnest at last,
then we must hurry
to arrange your contract.
Everyone’s raving about Wednesday.
I was distinguished inside that day, you know.
I stretched my neck with nervous looks to see,
where I lived was gone,
along with the light from that day,
my clothes are the same and I know
somewhere are my books of select accounting.
Are you aware of this fact about Wednesday?

This is just so good. Only just noticed it.

[blp]

fellow here
girt your ear
for an epic rhyme
to last for time
and in it's subtle ullulations
I shall relate the peregrinations
of Astragor, the Purple Knight of Albion
Who was the greatest champion
this verdant isle has yet beheld
or smelled

[firefangled]

thanks, blp!

[firefangled]

Father comes home,
sits in a dark sound,
with brown glass —
we swallow
for different reasons.

In school, birds are not
taught. At church,
watching the basket pass;
in the window
men are climbing,
dropping pigeon babies
from gutters.

Father comes home.
Supper stares at me.
Darkness falls, brown
glass does not break…

sleep has wing sounds
follows the tolling bell