Gemma couldn't stop thinking
about the song.
It was just so depressing
and gentle,
but she could never forget
the tang.
That morning,
Gemma encountered a song
so lifelong,
she found herself feeling rather environmental.
Gemma couldn't stop thinking
about the song.
Later, Gemma
was spooked by a prong.
She thought the situation
had become rather transcendental.
But she could never
forget the tang.
Fred tried to distract her
with a gong,
said it was time
to start thinking about a kennel.
Gemma couldn't stop
thinking about the song.
Gemma decided
to do something strong.
The song was becoming
too temperamental.
But she could
never forget the tang.
Gemma nosedived
like a spicy twang-
Her mind became
dangerously oriental.
Gemma couldn't stop
thinking about the song.
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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.
