The RPS

[pyrodetonator]

The RPS
Current mood: creative

Yes, it's that time again. Time for a convention of the Random Poet's Society.

Oh, my effervescent cereal bowl,

Overflowing with tokens of marshmallow fortune.

Why must I eat the unluckies?

Ok, I was just warming up on that one.

Who shall paint my erring cat

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[joyful_sound]

Alas, incadescent coke can,
great cheftian of all that is nobel and aluminum
bedewed with bockles of diamond and jasper
encrusted with snifters of emerald and ruby
away from your kingdom, to the belly of dumpster you went
an empty throne and coronal, left to fester is all that yet stands
of your glory and power within yon fridge

Hmm.. Not enough purple prose in that one...

Like carrion upon some ancient field
Thou doth think I ought not yield
the cesspool of my house doth reeky
but not man uses this thingy
only thy cat may such tread
upon the litter or thy bed

Wow... That one rhymed...

[pyrodetonator]

Wow, I'm very impressed. You used the word "bockles".

I don't usually care for rhyming poetry, that that last one was very moving. You must do this a lot.

[joyful_sound]

Not really.. I apparently just found out a few weeks ago that I've got l33T mad RiTiNg SkIlLz! i mean... literary gifts... I didn't mean to make it rhyme, it just sort of happened... lte's call it... fate...

[mexicanmutt07]

roses are red,
violets are blue...?

[pyrodetonator]

You have to FINISH it, Erica! The roses-are-red starter verse is very popular and ripe for expounding upon. Go for it! Remember, this is the RANDOM Poet's Society! Be free with your verbage!

[saveferris321]

roses are red, violets are blue, when you sharpen a penicl, it writes

[saveferris321]

*pencil