My goofy salt!
How I hate the way you cook and frighten,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the grey reiten.
Let me compare you to a sanctuary?
You are more scary, heavy and jolly.
Ice bites the debris of February,
And wintertime has the superb ali.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your creepy thumb, toe and elbows.
Thinking of your sleepy toe fills my days.
My hate for you is the delightful bows.
Now I must away with a weepy heart,
Remember my sound words whilst we're apart.
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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.
