| Poetry |
| Raisons (the masterpiece) |
| Beavers fall off beds. Hey, my feet aren't white? Slurp, slurp, open cut. Frogs wear underwear. LUMP, what in pooh's name does it mean? Pectin is as good as raisons, but it doesn't give me IRON! |
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| Noses have ears, my dog has earwax. spinning around rapidly makes one dizzy. jam is gooey. Amazing how one zit grabs one's attention. Apricot and vanilla joined together make an orgy. |
| Kippens Lie Our world is that of a pigs cocoon located ina bumble bees thigh. For if a dude ranch were to fall upon Frodo's head, would he not be tempted to spit on Patrick's head? After much research I'v e discovered that crickets poo and larks pee. All leading to the conclusion that I love you, Cheese! And I therefore insist that my Canada WILL include Possum lodge and that Aaron Mucmurdo is in love with Sailor Jupitor. If Ed the raindrop were to fall upon you head, would you not forever be eating pink champagne and drinking parogies lavishly dipped in canoe spit? Now if you were to non linear I like it, you would end up at the crossroads of life! Now before I end, I would like to tell you that seat belts save lives, so I've been lead to the conclusion that toenails ride on meat hooks. |
| Society and Cookies Seas sometimes swallow me, in just one single gulp. Bees sometimes sting me, whilst I strain the small orange pulp. Don't pet Holly's pink star, it's a nazi. If the Simpson's were made into a movie, Anthony Hhopkins could not play the role of Lisa. I repeat, do not lick the monkey, step away from the monkey. I wrote this poem for my own writing pleasure and if you don't like it, tough jerky-kins. |
| The Esker Stands alone Yesterday, I went to Roseneath. There was a dead bird, located by te general store. Wow. It was really dead. It doesn't matter how many people you give Kleenex braclets to. Your never going to see the man on the train ceiling, unless Holly helps you. Understand, understand. Shake your COOKIE. Shake your COOKIE. It's a monkey POTATO! |
| Cheesus Likes Wood I am lost and alone in the sun It looks like a big ball of cheese. Ummm.... Cheese.... Soft gooey centres of bitter sweet sodium. I am blinded by a suddern white cheddar light! Behold! It is Cheesus, come to restore my soul! I fall on my knees, and hail to the cheese. He speaks, "And with the fall of the smarties, the Armageddon shall come." |
| Gordon Korman I eat the Bread with much regret, I know. The Frog needs help, he's not inside tonight Forget the plan, tortilla. Come with me. My dog pips up, repeat that bar, jam man. Well, lettuce causes brain repair, I fear. |