User:Anthrcer/Wikipoem (line)

This is exactly like Wikipoem, except you add a line each. The rules are otherwise the same.

Poem 1
What is that sound, caught on the breeze?

It is the sound of a llama's sneeze.

Nobody knows from where it comes

But it smells like a lot of rum

What is that thing that I see over there?

Is it a duck or an easy chair?

It's hard to tell, but one thing's for sure:

It tastes a lot better than an apple core

Yes, I'm quite tall, and you're quite short

If that makes you angry, then we'll go to court.

When I'm running out of things to write,

I get quite mad and even bite

What is that smell that meets my nose?

It is the smell of stinky toes

It could be socks, or just plain feet,

And I'm sitting in a seat.

What is that thing with a nasty taste?

Is it fruitcake or just fish paste

It could be neither, it could be both

"Egads! It's haggis!"; thus I quoth

What is this that I feel in my hand?

Maybe it is colored sand

No, I don't know how it got there,

It's hard to get it out of the hair

What is that in my underpants

It feels like... bees? No wait! It's ants!

It itches so bad, they crawl and bite,

I may not sleep at all tonight!

What be that inside me sock

Is it sand, or just a rock?

It could be either, I've no idea,

But it gives me diarhea

What is that phrase I read in a book?

The book which from the library I took?

I can't remember, now my brain hurts,

But maybe it was about Ernie and Bert

No, wait! I remember! It was to do with

A llama that was in an urban myth

But what is that I see over there?

It looks like a green koala bear

Yet it smells like something rotting and gross

A half-eaten burger or cheese on toast

My science teacher is a bore

To deny it would be against the law

It's like nothing I ever saw Even on that rubbish safari tour

And then I got a canonical sore

To both of these I do abhor

I wrote graffiti on the science room door

Now the teacher's fired, he's there no more!

He has no job so now he's poor

All of this was written in lore.

The school hasn't sent his replacement

(They say he's still trapped in the basement)

Poem 2
And now a new beginning's here

Streched out on the rack of fear

I'm not sure why, but, on the floor

Lies a TV remote and a dead whore

She seems to be, missing one ear

But it set alight, as I cowered in fear

And it was a sight to behold

I will remember it until I'm old

Alas! The flames have consumed my house

There's just nothing left to douse Then Stephen Hawking stole my car So he and I were forced to spar It was an easy win for me

He hit a singularity

And found a big capillary

Yet he aimed with uncertainty

And hit the ceiling with his wee

Only to be stung by a hovering bee His arm developed a great big lump

Then he fell upon his rump

He tried to get up,

Stole his prenup

And brought upon him an angry bump

To drop him into the dump

He ran to, well, he does not know.

And he said to me "If you say so"