#meme poem

[aromanticduck]

So I wrote a sonnet? At least, I think this counts as one. Anyway, I don't usually do poetry so please be nice! :)

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Some years ago, a stranger prophesied

The world would send me spinning heel o'er head

Though she herself possessed an air unwise

Her gesture thus indicted me instead

So time advances on, year chasing year

My feet take flight before they hit the ground

Life has no worth without pursuit of cheer

Though wits increase, the mind is duller found

For life's adventures, take the hidden roads

Their myst'ries you forsake if you should stay

The beacon never kindled never glows

Awake your victor's spirit now, and play!

For all that glitters, gold can be decreed

The stars which fall to earth, alone, are freed.

[asexualavenger]

My name is ra And wen I'm woke Or layte at nite I'm katching poke Rare or common I love them all And when they shine I katch em all

[irrationallycalm]

Ladies and Gentlemen, my friend @fireworksforcathal ...

[outragedtortilla]

With oats that lie and fruits that fly morning’s zeal comes alive effortless smiles with each spoon just imagine the glee a dream of bliss so pure dawn’s spirit captured in each chew flavors groove in the morning’s glow In the eyes of the "Yassified Oatmeal Guy" a fresh bite of morning that brings endless joy

A POEM ABOUT THE YASSIFIED OATMEAL GUY BY R. RANGAN PHD

[outerblog]

[poorwhayfairingstranger]

Sad mad the bad lad was wackas bonkis's son

He moved on out to funky town where he fell in love with a gun

The gunman's name was grimace, his last name imageen

His sister's name was salmon, and she smelled like lima bean

Sad mad said to salmon " Your brother owns my heart"

"I want to ask, to marry him, but I don't know where to start"

Simon sat and thought; her face was scrungled and scrunched

She suddenly shouted Eureka I think I have a hunch

[poorly-managed]

My skin isn't clear

My crops are not watered

I am so queer

I cannot be bothered