Through the hole,
out the other,
add a little bit of butter,
Falling down,
flying up,
trying not to spill the cup,
stopping time,
bending space,
I just love to stuff my face,
So I sleep,
in my bed,
starting with a slice of bread,
it explodes,
and it pops,
there's no way that I can stop,
timeless joy,
endless flow,
now it's time for cookie dough,
and I talk,
to my tree,
so I go to make some tea,
jumping far,
through the sky,
onions always make me cry,
a tin man,
computates,
tell me why the pizza's late!
Now I run,
superspeed,
can't stop eating flower seeds,
my blood veins,
have transformed,
now I want to eat some corn,
down the road,
my house slides,
could you get me some french fries?
On the sea,
there's a ship,
I can't end this endless pit,
I can see,
finally,
that a storm possesses me,
never will
ever stop,
I cannot run out of stock.
Author notes
Option #5
I don't often write funny things, and when I try to it usually ends up being really stupid. Cheers to my first actual humorous poem!
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I enjoyed reading your poem. I can't say that I've ever read anything else like it.
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This was.... interesting. Good luck in the contest.
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