For Jami Patterson's The "Worst Verse In The Universe" Grand Slam Poetry Contest
Holy Told-ye-o, I can’t belief in the hot blustering sun, my pore rose felt to the difficult ground, droopping it’s head and leafs oh my pore pore pore rose. I am afeared its toast. You rilly think it deservd this? For heavens sack, it didn’t naught. I loved that melliflous flour like I love my too kids. I cant belief the weigh human beans with no apathy laught about it dyeing!
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