This is a poem which me and a group of friends wrote in a Poetry Tent at a Poetry Festival in Waterloo Village. The names in all caps. before each line is the author of that particular line.
LIZ (from ?) - There once was a little boy who sat all alone on a hillside weeping a thousand tears but he did not know why.
SONYA (from Toms River) - It was because pigs have not fallen from the sky, and then sonya came and let out a sigh.
CRAIG (from Verona) - "Oh why oh why do you cry?" said Sonya, "I can beat you until you whine."
ERIN (from Verona) - Then all of a sudden I heard a bird sing, "Hey Mickey you're so fine..."
DEDE (from Verona) - "Man, you gotta get me off this hill."
DAN (from Verona) - Shock therapy can cure any illness, Nathan and I like the taste of chopsticks.
MICHELLE (from Verona) - Sonya screamed "PENIS!" but in French it's Pennies just like English pennies.
KRISTIN (from Verona) - "CHOCOLATE PORTIONS!" so I handed the little boy a mouse.
ANGELA (from Verona) - The mouse is orange and the boy stops crying.
CHRISSY (from Verona) - The mouse does some modern dance in the poetry tent and then he does the poopie dance.
LAURA (from Verona) - Then Kevin Bacon came out and started dancing "Footloose"
JESSICA (from ?) - And the boy closed his eyes
MARISSA (from ?) - because in Gettysburg it was a parallel universe where Adam has no Eve.
NATHAN (from ?) - Chocolate milk and peanut butter are what I want most, but now peanut butter.
EVA (from N.Y.) - They all galloped around the yard screaming "TUSK!"
PAT (from Verona) - And then while Monica and Bill laid in bed, she sucked his d*ck until it turned red.
AMY (from ?) - Hillary opened up the door and shouted, "Monica you whore, how dare you not share him with me!"
CORRINE (from ?) - Poor Bill has to relieve himslef from Monica's demanding sexual needs.