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hey ...

There once was a wife named Millicent
Who liked stranger's penises the size of an elephant's
She she spread on her back
and let them bareback
and now shes 9 months pregnant!




(I ain't no Longfellow, OK?)


Boooooy, ya aint kiddin
 
Ah, My Favourite Orange, by me


Ah, My Favourite Orange,
I am sick and will go to bed,
If only you, were the taste of my lozenge

Ah, My Favourite Orange,
This rollercoaster hurt my head,
Now, I will go on an awe whinge

Ah, My Favourite Orange,
I know of a new name,
In botany, the spore sack of a fern is called a sporange

Ah, My Favourite Orange,
Some poems I read are o'er flowing with lame,
Now with this poem, comes even more cringe
 
Ah, My Favourite Orange, by me


Ah, My Favourite Orange,
I am sick and will go to bed,
If only you, were the taste of my lozenge

Ah, My Favourite Orange,
This rollercoaster hurt my head,
Now, I will go on an awe whinge

Ah, My Favourite Orange,
I know of a new name,
In botany, the spore sack of a fern is called a sporange

Ah, My Favourite Orange,
Some poems I read are o'er flowing with lame,
Now with this poem, comes even more cringe
:D :heart::nana:
 
There once was a wife named Millicent
Who liked stranger's penises the size of an elephant's
She she spread on her back
and let them bareback
and now shes 9 months pregnant!




(I ain't no Longfellow, OK?)

As a matter of interest did you deliberately make this as bad as possible? No way can it be accidental.
 
Ah, My Favourite Orange, by me


Ah, My Favourite Orange,
I am sick and will go to bed,
If only you, were the taste of my lozenge

Ah, My Favourite Orange,
This rollercoaster hurt my head,
Now, I will go on an awe whinge

Ah, My Favourite Orange,
I know of a new name,
In botany, the spore sack of a fern is called a sporange

Ah, My Favourite Orange,
Some poems I read are o'er flowing with lame,
Now with this poem, comes even more cringe

See, this appeals to me!
 
Two criticisms? For one work of art? Do you really hate it or has it struck some embarrassing nerve deep inside?

...sigh. An artist is never appreciated in his lifetime.

I'm all for the nonsense poem, there's a whole thread on here somewhere that I started and if you click on the link 'Annie submits' at the bottom of my signature you'll find one or two more. Until then try this one for size, paying attention to the first two and the last two letters on the last line.
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Ode to the Dung Beetle
byUnderYourSpell©
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Higgledy piggledy everso squiggerdly
rolls the dung beetle all over the land
picking up masses and even morasses
making the most of whatever's at hand.
Little dung beetle, oh little dung beetle
why does your heart sing for buckets of it
life rolling onwards backwards and forwards
shovelling up elephants bit after bit.
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Poetry Survivor Winner
 
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