Holy Horse-Dung
The Milky Way is full of stars
Highway 95, full of cars
Cigarettes are full of tar
Tuna fish comes in a jar
I despise tuna, How ‘bout you
Its smell upsets my stomach too
Which is nothing new
‘cos I hate salmon too
What you are reading is neither inspirational
Nor is it sensational
As opposed to being aspirational
It is more like – desperational
Perhaps needing a manicure
and, of course, a pedicure
Hell, it’d improve with an old fishing lure
For frankly, this poem is
~ 99 and 44/100ths horse manure
Critics' Corner:
~ I could smell this one coming. Wolf's usually full of hot gas.
~ A poem that should just shrivel up and die.
~ To compare this to a turd would be to degrade the turd
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