Exactly what the title says. I'm bored so I'll write you a poem. Give me any word, picture, type of poem, or description and I'll try to make something interesting out of it (As long as the subject abides by the forum rules). Thanks, and have fun! P.S. This thread was made to spite @SkillzMC_TV
On a hot Floridan day, Bubs was making his way. Through the cornfields he wept, And in farmyards he slept. At a quarter past noon, he heard a deafening THWACK, As all around him faded to black. The horses were oinking, The pigs were neighing, The chickens were mooing, the cows were clucking. The ground cracked beneath him, As the light went dim, The hearth crackled with fire, as rose higher, and higher, He smelt the death, as it took his breath, The grass ablaze, as the world was a maze, A hopeless mime, lost in time, A con man, tied up in the back of a van, In ancient tendrils he was embraced, for it was the fire he must face. A blinding light filled his eyes, missing no nook nor cranny; The cows were mooing, The chickens were clucking, The pigs were oinking, The horses were neighing. Blinded he awoke, oblivious to what he had spoke. Through the cornfields he wept, And in farmyards he slept. P.S. Wow, that poem was so weird, I don't think I've ever written anything weirder.
There was once a little boy named ACE, Who thought he could drive a tractor with grace; So he slipped on his hat And with a loud splat, He was made into a paste. P.S. As you can tell, I'm not very fond of country music XP There once was a troubled boy, Who lived in a shack, and wrote almanacs, And owned no childish toy. He lived in the shadows, Stalking his prey, Forcing them to pray, Cutting purses and throats, watching them decompose. With the north wind in his hair, He set off to the east, Riding on his tricolor-ed mare, Eating nothing baked with yeast. One day he was walking and saw the light, And with shock, saw where his lance was embedded. P.S. This is vaguely, very vaguely true
There once was a lady named Grape. She was unusually fond of Snape. One day, she was drinking her juice, and she spotted a moose, And suddenly became an ape.
Once there was a lonely man with a booty, It wiggled so much that he became snooty. After years, and years, he drowned in tears, Because his booty had lost all its beauty.
There was once a place, Where the sun didn't shine. Because no-one was aligned, And all but few carried a mace. There was a witch and a cheeto, Whose powers caused war and strife, For both of their populace had no life, And spent their days in speedos at the lido. They sent emails, and threats, and troops, Their supporters wildly cheering, While they watched the blood smearing, Until the Cheeto and the Witch met over bowls of duck soup. The two locked eyes, and with surprise, Found that they didn't have much to despise. Quickly the ring fell onto her finger, The first ever union of a Witch and a Cheeto.
There once was a fashionista dog named Sandy, Who made sure she always looked dandy She fell of the runway, Into an entree, And gulped down a bottle of brandy P.S. Again... I'm weird.
Do one about me and my dog named Steve Also when you did the poem about Sandy in my time zone you did it at 5 IN THE MORNING
