I abhor poetry

Bump!
Bump!
Bump!
Did you ever ride a Wump?
We have a Wump with just one hump
But we know a man called Mr. Gump.
Mr. Gump has a seven hump Wump.
So...
if you like to go Bump! Bump!
Just jump on the hump of the Wump of Gump.

Metalman my filter
I need to remove it again

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Raven
is craven'
little girls at noon

they run
for fun
and eat cereal with a spoon

no sense
this is dense
no rules seem to apply

just random
FARIO MANDOM
weirdos flying in the sky

It rhymes
good times
It all fits so very nicely

Worries
and curries
seems to very rightly

Link
and sink
they go together well

earmuffs
and foodstuffs
are falling down to hell

speakers
and sneakers
make really awesome shoes

more noise
than boys
they blow away the blues~

WHAT THE BLOODY HELL
IS GOING THE **** ON, NOW!?
I HAVE NO DAMN CLUE

Say!
Look at his fingers!
One, two, three...
How many fingers do I see?
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
He has eleven!
Eleven!
This is something new.
I wish I had eleven, too!

I'm bored with this thread
I wanna be the guy time
Let's torture myself

Mary had a little lamb
some chickens and a cow
Her brothers we're teasing them
so they got homicidal on Mary and the brothers
With lots of bullets and explosions
and blood

THE END

We see them come.
We see them go.
Some are fast.
And some are slow.
Some are high.
And some are low.
Not one of them is like another.
Don't ask us why.
Go ask your mother.

They can write poems just fine, however, since no skill whatever is required to write poetry



You can write:

Lo~
As the great clouds of misfortune fill the dark hearts of mankind~
And a lonely man drowns~


and say that it's meant to symbolize mankind's self-destruction or whatever slightly related bull**** you want, and you are now a great poet