Word of Choice
Another wing down the chute,
Walking home and found some loot,
Epic times here and now,
Sometimes I just dropp trou’.
Orcas are ohbeekaybee,
My pet squirell ain’t got rabies,
Elton John will never have babies.
poem by Jesse Swedlund
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Hyperboles and Such
A bubble floats,
Will pass on by,
The cows and goats
Begin to cry.
The balloon falls dead.
The whip cracks dawn.
The frog prince hopes.
The jungle kings yawn.
Until then, the till now plows.
And earth now weeps for goats and cows.
poem by Jesse Swedlund
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