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[Louanne Learning]

Oh shit, I am eating chocolate. Save me, save me!

 

[Heartlet Happer]

Late hour spent
Arranging all potatoes
According to the ranks
Warm kitchen light is dim
I pat tucked napkins
On their round sides
For night
Let their dreams be full of glory
Of holy interstellar war
Of last millennia they fought
Until the morning
Against the enemies of God

 

[Louanne Learning]

I sure love a bit of poetry

 

[Heartlet Happer]

I sure love a bit of poetry

Thank you! There was a potato prompt from other thread, then I remembered that one time when I tried to understand what Warhammer 40k culture is.

 

[Set2Stun]

A ten pound bag for five ninety-nine
What a nice deal, a cheap way to dine
Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew
A tasty treat that's quite good for you

The shelf life is long but they're wont to grow
In a cool dark place this process can slow
Once they are sprouting you quickly must eat
Potatoes rule and I just think they're neat

 

[CatrionaGrace]

First cat poems and now potato poetry?

What's next? Odes to episiotomies?

 

[Set2Stun]

Had to google that word. Ewwwww yeah not going to do couplets for that

 

[CatrionaGrace]

Had to google that word. Ewwwww yeah not going to do couplets for that

Wimp.

 

[Set2Stun]

Sometimes there is reason after a rut
Where some months later there must be a cut
Leave it alone I say, preserve the taint!
This body horror, I'm liable to faint

 

[Louanne Learning]

Written with surgical precision...

 

[Schism]

Just because you "read, like, three chapters of Blood Meridian, man!" doesn't make you a decent writer.

 

[Rath Darkblade]

First cat poems and now potato poetry?

What's next? Odes to episiotomies?

O Come, Muse, let us sing of rats!
For are they not likely to drive you bats?
You'd think they must beware of cats
but no, they don't -- and don't pack gats.

No rat is nicknamed "Domino Fats",
Don't give each other shoulder pats,
They will not, ever, wear top hats--
and can't be used as welcome mats!

Do not, I pray, put them in vats
of soup, or use them to clean tats;
They've never been to any wats --
no, not to pray -- nor have their SATs.

Lest you accuse this poem of treason,
I will say nay -- no point, no reason.

(An 18th-century poet called James Grainger, believed that “Come, Muse, let us sing of rats!” was a fine way to begin an epic poem right up until his eager listeners fell out of their chairs in hysterics. But he just didn't have the courage of his conviction! ;-P

My 'noble' attempt was to write a parody-Shakespearean sonnet in the style of Dr. Seuss. Did I succeed?)

And if, perchance, I have offended,
think only this and all is mended:
I'd much rather write a silly poem
than drink a four-gallon jeroboam...

 

[Schism]

Excel spreadsheets are the death knell of inspiration.

 

[CatrionaGrace]

Excel spreadsheets are inventions of darkness.

 

[Naomasa298]

Me liek Excel.

 

[Homer Potvin]

Oh shit, I am eating chocolate. Save me, save me!

 

[CatrionaGrace]

Oh shit, I am eating chocolate. Save me, save me!

Abandon all hope, O ye who enter the realm of Dark Chocolate.

 

[Louanne Learning]

Now leaving the Cheesecake Sector...

 

[Schism]

"He's an irritating snot-nosed punk so let's take him down a notch" is exactly where I want to be as a person. I want people to viciously hate me.

It's all about conflict, smoky backrooms meetings, power plays that amount to nothing in the end.

 

[Riddley Walker]

Just because you "read, like, three chapters of Blood Meridian, man!" doesn't make you a decent writer.

What if you've read it five times?