Random Poetry Challenge Archive

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the black corpse lies stricken on the floor
next to my blue jumper
what a pretty colour scheme
can we go now?

Fascinated moods that drain

Fascinated moods that drain,
Our minds with fears of cheese once more.
Ambition ocillating down pyramids compressed,
Ambivalent to the wonders of strange indulgents.
The subsequent postcards from exotic resorts,
Woebegotten standing tall,
yet slightly to the right.

Otter

I didn't have an otter,
It was not an otter,
It was 'otter than an otter,
So it was not an otter.
It liked to potter,
My not an otter,
But it was not a trainspotter,
And it was not an otter.

I thankyeiu