| This poem is random, I start with a short haiku, the rest's up to you............ fkajldfkjadklj23kl3ijlj0jlkj! (random) | |
| Small thoughts Think on great things At evolutions ebb The mind thunders and pours down rain Cinquain | |
| Subjugate the marrow to the door handle Take an Ape with a twist, add the staple | |
| eat the pieces of life magnifica it's now a circus with no one playing but the clowns and the ghosts (but the clowns don't count) |

