i would of liked more, but i guess autumn is about waning. huh? 6. liked the cheeky clouds by the way. carry on. tonights my last night as captain von trapp. i think that calls for some filipino hookers and some speedballs in the back of an rv moving at a good fourty-five mph. heading east with a well paid driver (a sober black madagascrian of course) how long would it take me to get to sioux city, south dakota? stopping to pee every hour on the hour, (from hollywood) and to buy some teriyaki beef jerky...that's a nasty riddle..the winner gets a lifetime supply of salt and vinegar lays potato chips. good day

i would end it with, "the strangers part ways" but make it "the strangers ways part". very good though. i love pismo beach and went there once with my first girlfriend laura padilla and her stepfather and mother from bakersfield in a light blue dodge omni...we watched a greatwhite shark eating seals one afternon, while the sunset. we set. ironically we parted ways. sorry about te homeless bastard...he's probably better off..cable is expensive..these days.10.

lose the last line, cuz nobody really gives a fuck. unfortunately...plus it draws more interest thatta way otay. otay. 6.

red also tends to get you good and smashed were you wake up with crapped pants and linoleum snoring..dreaming of marin county and boba fet. 6.

alright noah...but can you side stroke the suez canal?

(cherry spoons first attempt at attempting)life like a sandal/the soles protecting your feet/wish i were a snail?

nice gambit. you fail miserably. now over the shoulder with you!

I would have worked in a way to rhyme "carabeener" with "weener"

Manet kicked all of their asses around like a moldy grapefruit on a dusty brazillian slum streetcorner. And he did it before any of them were famous. How dare you equate him with Renoir and Monet. Velasquez more like. Jean Charles you fool! I told you not to spill a drop of these fine wines!!

Childish drivel of the worst sort! I cannot believe that someone would look to the sea for inspiration. The use of parentheses is terrible. Unquestionably the worst poem I have read on Poemranker. Furthermore sir, excuse me, but hurf urf sir you are blocking both BBC1 and BBC2!!

I suspect that the Child of your Buttocks was really just a metaphor for this poem. I am giving you a ten because I would like to see someone have both the best and worst poem on poemranker.

No wait DA, dude, I think you meant to say "Diabetic Verse" or "Malarial Prose" or even "Lou Gherig's Limerics". I am giving you a 0 because to be completely fair most of the votes are out of pity/sympathy. I must admit the work's quite good though.

Why lathe?? Lathe's make a lot of noise. You can't accidentally leave a lathe on. Bandsaws on the otherhand look identical when stopped or in motion - he could have forgotten to depress the brake pedeal of the bandsaw! Try it aloud!

Either you are brilliant or your school requires you to take a lot of courses you can goof off in. "(Just call it an AIDSketeer's hunch.)" was especially good.

So wait - all you have to do to make the worst poem the best poem is make it a great deal longer??? Also - the phrase "fine rhymes" could become a very funny line somewhere (these fine wines/Jean Charles, you fool, don't you spill a precious drop/Jean Charles, you klutz that is the poisoned crouton/Jean Charles, you idiot, fetch the mop before His Highness awakens from his Royal nap)

the fact that this vile distraction could even pull off a ten is proof enough that i've never come down off of that bad acid trip in 93. 0.

i really have to say that you've out done yourself with this one..it's quite..well..interesting and a huge bitch slap.i just hope not because your beyond it all, but because you care just that much. lol! anyhow these were my favorite lines, "10 cocks all at once, and"riding the prison bus on a calm autumn day". figures huh? be well. 8.

yeah. andtheir billboards around town for this seasons show look as if they were painted by goergia o keef's dwarf/chauffer/errand boy while he was suspended upside down fro a bicycle powered helicopter. nevermind. what the fuck am i even doing up right now? especially rambling about shit that is that monumentally pointless. fascinating. last line is killer filler. carry on.7.

bravo, but can you play twister nude with an eloctronic waffle iron. 9. carry on. i enjoyed your word misplacement quite a bit and the title hook in also.

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