poetry critical

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Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?

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Random Poem:

Modern day nursey rhymes

Little Bo peep
Is really cheap
So she slaughtered
And sold her sheep
The 13 black birds
That lives in a pie
Got over cooked
And painfully died
The poor little boy
Who always cried wolf
Wrote his disappointments
Down in a book
The little old lady who lives in a shoe
Had to much booze
That she didn’t know what to do
So she poored it in her shot glass
As she silently said
I must I must drink this all
Before I go to bed
Peter pumpkin eater
Met peter piper
They both met a pretty girl
The problem was they both liked her
So the queen of hearts shouted as she said
As you fight the one who wins will happily wed
And then said about the other
It will be off with his head
So it finally began the attack of the peters
Which one would die?
Then they both decided
It’s the queen of hearts \
And they will tell you why.
She screams and complains
She shoots at the planes
She’s a think she’s so awesome
When she says
Hey you over there
  Chop off your head.
They pretended to fight
The whole entire night
So peter piper let the pumpkin win
Because as you know he had a wife
But he couldn’t keep her
So as peter piper began to die
The pretty girl began to cry
And in the end their plane didn’t work
Cause they both died and got married to a jerk

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