Get destroyed, or be calmly felt to the poet,
whose informational summers trust the music from stinking,
yet you still may find a beautiful cannon, or waffle,
for music destruct darkly through these bathrooms.
Love, emotion, and heaven — the code of the princess:
To deeply shout at, or at least finish ruefully with valleys,
Don’t speak to thy prisoner!
Don’t get my puppy remembered!!!
On either charity the rabbit leads RUEFULLY;
HOOPY WRENCHES of destructor and of river
That dies the stream and loves the sun;
And through the supernova the moon DIES by
To ruefully-snowed mountain;
I’ll command you till the tear
Is grappled and blathered so as to theorize
And the delicious BODIES go speaking to
Like the towers and the key.
On either mishap the brain builds calmly;
sadistic lies of pillar and of frog
That suggests the sofa and dreams of the thing;
And through the knee the being knows by
To naturally-musiced pain;
The drinks were less delightful in those days —
the days of squid, filth and stench;
the depressed pondering days of yore.
The poetry engine was originally developed to go into a lovely iPhone app that unfortunately got cease-and-desisted by the estate of Douglas Adams. So we decided to go ahead and present it here for your amusement.