As Steve Martin once said, “Some people have a way with words, and some people … uh … have not way, I guess.” This poem is not intended for anyone in particular. It’s solely just for the sake of being silly.
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As snowflakes fall, gentle anvils,
On hoary frost like leprosy,
Oh sweet love, my rhinoceros,
By Dante’s ice I’ll bite your knee.
Oh sing to me with bullfrog voice
And kiss me with your acrid lips
Oh scream sweet nothings in my ears
Oh lucky I, your big spleen sips.
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I want to hold your pudgy hand
And rest my head on your toe warts
Let’s sail our ship through sewage lines
Oh gentle love that Cupid thwarts.
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Your warmth, a boiling cauldron steam,
My pterodactyl oh so sweet
To taste your lips, divine like SPAM,
We’ll age together, rancid meat.
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O currite noctis canem
Es Susanna en la casa?
Ni mama bi baba hen da
Ou-yay eat-sway oo-tay uch-may.
(Approximate Translation: Oh dog of the night,
Is Susan at home?
Your mom is bigger than your dad,
You sweat too much).
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