The form that's really suspicious,
Above all others is the person.
Particular, proper person.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the person,
Gently it goes - the funny, the mistrustful, the fishy.
The island that's really pointy,
Above all others is the man.
Does the man make you shiver?
does it?
Just like an intelligent, is the mom.
Never forget the overweight and oleaginous mom.
The rider that's really wooly,
Above all others is the hitchhiker.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the hitchhiker,
Gently it goes - the hirsute, the flocculent, the soft.
Don't belive that the daughter is guilty?
the daughter is innocent beyond belief.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the daughter,
Gently it goes - the unimpeachable, the not guilty, the innocuous.
Don't belive that the mother is unhelpful?
the mother is helpful beyond belief.
Never forget the accommodating and face-saving mother.
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Incoherent Poetry
PoetryPoetry that serves to clash tonally and ideally with the objective that a new tone, genre, or coherency (some semblance of sense at all) can be made from throwing different ideas together in a bizarre gathering of words.
