Poem about slime.

The angry Pacific blew its top
Nothing could its wild fury stop,
It vented its spleen,
From the depth of its being,
Encompassing, passionate,
Impatient and mean.

Nation’s pride…

I fought too hard against the wall.

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.