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I set loose my soul to play among the cosmos
what freedom! what bliss, what joy!
now which one is Sol again?
o crap

Mister Scott, attend! the conn is thine
To shining planet ‘neath our bow I go
Contesting alien creatures there below:
‘Pon crimson-shirted Starfleet crew they’ll dine.

There once was a poet from Daughton
Whose name has been largely forgotten
Tried to merge Limerick
With Haiku; a sad, grim trick
Now people hate him

Copyright 2013 Michael’s Bad Poetry

Sometimes I get a little snippet in my head and I just know that it’s going to be the start of something insightful and brilliant.

This isn’t one of those times.

My Uncle Phil and Aunt Selene,
A cheaper pair you’ve never seen.
One day he packed his bags and ran
but first turned off the ceiling fan.

Said one owl to another,
“After every outburst
I wish you would stop saying,
‘No, he’s on first.'”

O Lord please acknowledge my prayer, I entreat
My impetus couldn’t be clearer
Today help me suffer the fools I will meet
And start with that yutz in the mirror.

I have two new cats
Yakkity yak, smacky-smack
I have two new cats