HaiCakes!

Sometimes I find a wreck or two that makes me feel all poetical and stuff.

These...[dramatic pause]... are those wrecks.

Barren winter tree

on a giant bare cookie.

Woo. Celebration.

Circle of sprinkles

instead of decorations

because it's break time.

A fish in the sky.

She turned me into a newt!

But...I got better.

Packing foam peanuts,

A big shiny pile of...wait.

Is that Tiana?

Blue, orange, yellow.

A cheerful makeover for

the eye of Sauron.

And now, let's hear a piece from the king of beat poetry himself:

Spot on, Data. Spot. On.

Thanks to Ellen B., Rachel W., Jodee R., Meg G., & Lizzie B. who also have hedonistic predilections for demonstrations of affection, but we don't talk about that.

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And from my other blog, Epbot:

Worst Wrecks In The 'Verse

Bad poetry is like a really bad analogy.

And super fun to write.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day??

...no.

Chomp

We were all so sorry
To hear of your fate,
We still don't know
How it escaped from the crate,
But...

Movement In P Major

You are such fun
Second to none,
Indeed it's true,
You're not number 2

Belaboring The Point

I do not mean to vex
Or be overly complex
I'm awkward at showers
Would you have preferred flowers?
Ah well...

Getting It All Out There

You're the Duchess to my Duke
The Leia to my Luke
And when I think about you
I really want to

...feed you cake.

Thanks to Peter F., Sharon M., Brandy, James H., & Joel P. for finding no rhyme or reason to these wrecks.

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P.S. Are you in the market for bad poetry in the form of "an unholy, unmerciful, but richly humorous book"?Then YOU ARE IN LUCK:

The Stuffed Owl: An Anthology of Bad Verse

This is going on my gift-list.

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And from my other blog, Epbot: