Quit sniffling! What kind of satanist are you? How can you be proper and evil wearing that cockerspaniel hat and a pink tutu?

Good form and attention to structure, but cliche imagery.

The memory this brings would warrent me to sing as I remember a pair of gay pants. In a van they were found on top of a mound of other people's stuff. Indeed they had GAIDS but the owner was swayed not to believe anyone. Try as we could to show him he should go and retrieve his gay pants. All he did was rebuff the accusation of his stuff, and refused to move 'his' gay pants. No more could we take, for Jesu's sake, these infernal gay pants. We cast them asunder but this was a blunder as they spread the disease around.

that's uhhh, sodium bicarbonate (baking powder don't fit)...nice sense of fun- you could TEACH the kids!

Hide? Grow nut hair and give her a kiss already. Blessed with 4.

I said that once, but then I got a nine inch nail in me bumcheeck and quickly got up. Last Days become another Beginning, and fate was written with a pencil- get yourself JesusCream - White Out Made To Erase Sin!! (Gods Pen belongs to me, sorry-I stole that and his Buddha Joint) heres a 6.

Can I cut the work by 90% and use my DreamBlender with turbo-frappe? Blessed with seven.

Cold streets can boil when they feel freshly spilled blood. Blessed with 8.

Pity the trees that stoop- 10.

polyamorist isnt in my dictionary.. exactly what does it mean? Aside from that, I bless you with 7.

I just couldnt resist.. plus today I didn't feel like making a sonnet- I've become addicted to the vilanelle.

My title suggestion would be "Any title but that one" . Or "Whatever happened to Viking Burials".

how about " five Rhyming reasons why peach pie reminds me of your buried corpse".?

You know babe you write very good stuff

Real touching honey.

With the exception of all the fucks, and fuckings, and maybe's (the boy never can commit, can he) - this thing is really brilliant.

busta rhyme.. lalala lalala do ma megajazz- i got freddy kruger playin the banjo, that nigga know how to flow. (SD starts scratching the record untill the player cracks- electrifying freddy, killing him.. then Don took the bro's razor glove and when we gave him the -thats fucked- look he shouted "DOOD THIS SHITS MINE, FUCK YOU PEOPLE")

the ending retranslated "dont make me feel like im stupid" Bravo though, are we gonna have this become the poemranker anthem or what?

what the hell are you on?

I'm awaiting...Where it be? Which office are you seeking? Avoid it at distance I will. Please don't write swill. It's yucky! Be Pucky! OH, my poor beleaguered intellect; I used too many thoughts for these words. 21.7499823511-4