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That was an epic fail.
To me your skills do pale.
Take a look at my wale.
You'd never seen such epic faille

Waiter, my soup

Waiter, my soup
has gone cold
just give it a loop
through the microwave

But don't radiate
my food, it's precious.
If you do, I might mutate
and you don't want to see that.

Yum, this soup is great.
it tastes good,
but EEWW! what a strange taste!
I think I'm going toâ"â"

There's too much noise

There's too much noise,
in this room.
So much noise,
that I'll have to leave soon.

I leave the party,
not wanting to get caught
doing the illegal things,
like smoking pot.

When I get to my house,
I hear sirens in the distance.
I knew that they got caught,
I have resistance.

The Olympics is a time

The Olympics is a time
where you get to use
bad grammar in the first
line of this poem.

The Olympics are a time
for athetes to compete
if you win, you'll get a dime
no more, no less.

So line up, please,
and we'll let you start
first is a race
See how they dart!

Run your fastest
Jump your highest
Fight your hardest.

And you will win.

Slinking among the sulfurous trash bins

Slinking among the sulfurous trash bins
I cam across a penny.
A penny? O my!
Now what shall I buy?
A Chicken that's what!
And name it Henny.

The zidery doo was a znargflus plus two

The zidery doo was a znargflus plus two
The dottle was naught but one
But alas! you have learned your arithmetic!
Now, son, tell me, what's Lun?

Three, you say, but you are wrong--
You'll find that three is Zox--
but don't forget, they aren't what they seem.
So never let them out of the box.

The dark eyes of the night are watching

The dark eyes of the night are watching.
Yes, watching you they are,
as you walk through the forest.
You hear a screech from afar.

No matter, you keep on walking
ignoring the eyes as best as you can.
But fail as you start running
to try to get out.

Something whispers in your ear

Something whispers in your ear.
No- not something, someone.
He murmurs, "Are you here?"
You answer: "I won't run"

He stands back, satisfied
You ask, "Were you scared?"
He looks at you, mystified
"Don't worry, I wouldn't dare."

Poems are

Poems are
A seam in time and space,
Borne from human spirit
That links our changing race.

Poems are
A window to the heart,
Revealing the emotions
Which we rarely would impart.

Poems are
The language of the free,
Expressing blazing anthems
Of all we'd fight to see.

Poems are
The bullets of the writer,
Tearing down mundanity
To paint the world far brighter.

At last I saw the looming tower

At last I saw the looming tower
Colossal in its strength.

At last I saw the maiden's body,
drenched within its sleep.

At last I saw the shining needle
Bright, with a bead of blood

At last I saw how vain she was
Wearing baubles and beads galore.

At last I left her lying there,
for some other prince to adore.
_____
Story of Sleeping Beauty
_____

Hanging from the strongest rope

Oh, I'm changing it.
The next line is now:

Dangling from the strongest rope

Dangling from the strongest rope
shouldn't be too hard.
Since you body is light as a feather,
but not as lard.

We tie the rope
around your neck.
Are you feeling any pain
yet?

We make you stand on a crate
and then tie the rope to a high pole.
We take the crate away,
and then you struggle for your soul.

But then as the clock stuck ten,
your soul was never seen again.

My first (insert noun here)

My first (insert noun here).
Go away;
Go play a Mad Libs.
I'm trying to (verb)
this game.

And you're (verb ending in "ing&quotme.
So don't tell me about your adventures,
because I'm obviously trying to (verb).
And I don't need you (verb ending in ing) me.

I pull my shirt on, walk out the door
first person to tell me what this is from gets a cookie!

I pull my shirt on, walk out the door,
and hope that tomorrow will give me more.
wait a second you can't pull a shirt on?
that makes no sense and now,
i shall be gone.

A ducks feather is light

A ducks feather is light.
But I will correct that sentence,
since "ducks" and "is" does not go together.
And I might write in past tense.

A duck's feather is light,
so that they can take flight.
They sometimes fly in groups,
and go around in loops.

What time is it?