Mad Lib Poems

We write poetry using mad libs. credit goes to all those we draw inspiration from. rock on.

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You're softly asking To a brick moose Implying out of an area rug From a decrepit level Stop, drop, and dance! With no crayfish on, Yeah, you're sleeping, Santa. That tightened existence, But I'll watch you Try and sell out the ship If it means getting thoughtful spies.

Mad Lib Poems

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Bring the toaster Over the Spain, As you settle down the jellyfish, And we'll go boogieing with the cat. Tip-toeing over the pancake where they run For the toothbrush always needs places, No-one else scatters that you are beneath a telephone made of newt. Then in the morning like all mushrooms,  We'll find our snorkel by the sea And at last map will be sunglasses And I will finally feel like a shrub.

Mad Lib Poems