The Random Poet's Society Reconvenes!

[pyrodetonator]

Oh woodgrain fair, oh toenail paint!
The woolen itchies have struck with vile report.
My red papers have faded to sauerkraut,
And the tiny trout all cry boogly boogly.

Is there another poet in the house?  Come offer your rhymes, and go light on the reason, please...

Comments

[joyful_sound]

tsk tsk... I'm shocked. Sauerkraut and trout almost rhymed...

"Flip on ye swollen dandies!!!
Dawn's call is yet tolling bills
If thine threadless garments doth burn
Fear only the minions of skittles"

[pyrodetonator]

Yes, but there is no rhythm, therefore it is marginally permissible. And we all know the RPS is HIGHLY marginal...

[macdictator]

How. . .inspiring?

Tell but lower caste, does thy luster rinse wither in meerschum?
The moon snail rises on great shipping, A+++++,
Would buy eyes again, as they move friskily;
O the back arches upward, and I hear the oysters feed tonight!

[pyrodetonator]

I have to admit, this is some of the best Random Poetry I think I've ever been subjected to. You are truly gifted.

[pyrodetonator]

The waves of utility march across my carpet,
A-mould'ring teaspoons drop their vowels in agony;
Sweet whelks bellow hither in vain
The amoeba of doom has stolen all the shoes.

[joyful_sound]

"O, clicketh thy heels, ye Mounties!
Touch not the biting horsefly
'Tis of a greater ore thine vend
What! How many bills are there?

[saveferris321]

The red shiny shoes give meaning to mice,
Pencils look like hotdogs,
The teddy bear tastes of mildew
A couch flies to the nearest cave

Maybe it's okay?

[pyrodetonator]

Oh yes, very good! I especially like the part about the teddy bear tasting of mildew...

Keep up the good work!