Poetry Game: Match 3

Hi everybody, I bring you silliest silliness to the 3rd degree today. Here is another one of the poems that came out of a Poetry Game session with my brother, nephew, and I . (Explained in the Poetry Game: Match 1 post)

I really hope this isn't indicative of some underlying thoughts in the subconscious of me or my family. I knew we were a little off, but dang this game brings out the true weirdness.

Thanks for reading and indulging my obsession with weird and unexciting blog topics. (That's me, a jet-setting ball of interesting excitement. Heh! I revel in the mundane and love every minute of it.)

One thing that I am constantly surprised about in these poems is that they make sense in a twisted way. They actually sort of tie together. Weird!

Enough of the Bunk! Here's the Poem: (warning: may disturb and confuse those without a sense of humor.)

Dubious requiem, a nostril unleashed, [a]
I fell into the sewer and landed on the moon, [n]
A new day onward rolls. [j]

Tragic danger attacked by a spoon, [a]
I got attacked by a kamikaze watermelon, [n]
Defense wall downward crumbles. [j]

B--ch slap by O' glorious conclusions, [a]
I ignore the rules of time and space, [n]
Finally my base strongly plants. [j]

Forever I mumble while I grumble, [a]
I smell something foul like butt, [n]
This horrid cycle forward goes. [j]

Early September 2008: Adam, Nick, and Jenn


Hope this reminded you to,
Not be so serious,
Except when hating peaches,
Jenn