Truely Horrible Poetry

Truly Horrible Poetry The pagan grass in the meadow crackled with a crunch Stepped on by insects who called themselves bugs The grass had long yellow teeth and braces from the sun Flowers opened up their big fat mouths And yelled at morning, “Gimme some pistils!” “I want to shoot someone!” Mary had a little leg of lamb and a gun She got obese on lamb and shot her pistol No more flowers for any one They lay dead in the field for talking filthy Birdies in the trees knitted their nests They showered Mary with obscenities She sneezed at them and then went home to rest