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Create a poem and we'll analyze it!

Mary had a little lamb,
A little rabbit, too.
But her favorite, most of all,
Was the turkey stew!
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(I should get extra points for it being "paraprosdokian."
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Crossbreed said:
Mary had a little lamb,
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Mary had a little lamb,
Her father shot it dead.
Now it goes to school with her
Between two bits of bread.

Mary had a little lamb,
That backed in to a pylon.
Ten thousand volts shot up it's arse
And turned it's wool to nylon.
 
My partner's attempt at a poem:

You are cute
I am too
Let's (kiss*)


*The original word was R-rated but you can imagine lol

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Sorry, we all seem to have devolved this thread into jokes, haven't we?
 
Outdated said:
Mary had a little lamb,
Her father shot it dead.
Now it goes to school with her
Between two bits of bread.

Mary had a little lamb,
That backed in to a pylon.
Ten thousand volts shot up it's arse
And turned it's wool to nylon.
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I wish there was a "skull emoji" reaction lol... wow this one was dark! 💀
 
[Song lyrics are my poetry.]

STATIONALS - " Silence Is... "

Silence is symphony, and I dance embracing it. Alone…incredibly. I cave. I acquiesce.

Quiet in my mind. Barely any sound. Darkness. Void of Light. Drifting forever, now.

Silence is symphony, and I dance embracing it. Alone…incredibly. I cave. I acquiesce.

Tired all throughout. Constant anxiousness. Deep down reflection overwhelming me.

“Silence is golden,” but I’ve found no worth to that.
“It’s the language of God,” but he won’t ever talk to me.
Silence is a vacuum. Silence is a shroud.
Silence is a mausoleum. Silence is a tomb.
Silence is deafening, and yet it screams so loud.
Silence is the sound of emptiness.

Silence is symphony, and I dance embracing it. Alone…incredibly. I cave. I acquiesce.




(this song is based yet again on these dreams I've had about interstellar struggles, wonders, and just science fact and science fiction altogether)
 
A net to catch the wisps of thread within my mind,
A chance to change and rearrange the thoughts I find.
To rise from ashes, dark below,
On wings of light, this golden glow.
Patterns wrought within the days,
Changed by life's so varied ways.
A chance to make the grand design
And find the truth in reality of time.

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Just a random one small but I would say it’s pretty good

Eyes are open

sky is bright

lights are on

welcome daylight
goodbye moon

hello friends

I’ve missed you

hello again
 
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