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Direct from Dave Barry, via the blogqueduct that is Vodkapundit, who got it from (it seems) Ken Layne, comes the time waster of the moment!
That's right, we're all writing poetry to soothe the savage beast and submitting it to Poetry.com. Visit that first Dave link for los instrucciones.
Here's my submission*, from famed poet Theodorious P. Freemont:
A Reflection on the Nature of Words (or The Iguana)Admit it, you're moved, aren't you? Go on, lie, just for me. Just this once. C'mon baby, why you wanna be like that?It was a dark and stormy
Night
Much like this one
Albeit
This one isn't so dark
Or stormy
Really, it isn't.But this matters not
No, it matters, but
Just
A
Little.
More.
Loving for me, won't you
Please?
Give me, give me,
Give me.And then
A Shock, a horror
The dog ate mother's toes.Oh.
No.Say it ain't so,
Joe.Amen.
* It looks a bit different on poetry.com because I had to edit my masterpiece to make their 20 line limit. The limey bastards. OK, I don't know if they are limey - I don't think they are - but, man, the word "bastards" really flows right off it, doesn't it?