Best Chyme Poems

If stars could see the sun~
slurping the grunglethorp grains
from sweat-soaked streams,
purging puddles of blurmorgris,
you’d hear the phazephonyx symphony
of my intestines churning chyme
into acidic rhymes~
releasing piled pain upon
a peezling palette of biled ballads.

But why are the whistling whirls
tangled in throttled thickets,
weeping amidst the periwinkle werifesteria,
grooving to...

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Why pumpkin pie
was pumpkin pulp
I churned each piece
a pot born gulp

And wondered why
each pumpkin died
a pot urn'd pile
of what I'd tried

When pumpkin pulp
was all the rage
And gas blessed smiles
were pooped of age

That odors flew
on Halloween
When pumpkins pooped
were on the scene

And scary ghouls
played trick or treat
For...

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