User:More toasters please/A poem built one line at a time
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Rules[edit | edit source]
You have to use <br> tags after adding a line,
The meter doesn’t matter, it just needs to rhyme,
Don’t delete text unless correcting a mistake,
Don’t overuse <big> tags, that’s something we hate,
Try and keep it coherent and not way too random,
I hope you make something good, ASBOWAAT fandom!
Story/song/poem/whatever[edit | edit source]
Your mom's an old whore, and your dad sleeps with dudes,
But at least those dudes eat lots of healthy foods,
Fuck you! Fuck you! The silent scream,
While we all live in a fucking meme,
I heard as I put on a pair of shoes,
What kind of shoes do you think I'd choose?
Nothing with toes because those are inferior,
Moccasins, only THOSE have such a comfy interior.
I ate a piece of pizza and then I passed out,
I maed a yuky doody and it was full of pizza, no doubt,
Some grownups showed up and they made it all better,
By turning my pizza-filled yuky doody into cheddar.
This is one delicious orange.
Too bad it’s actually a mushroom’s sporange.
