The Life of an Absol
More bad poetry! enjoy misunderstood for my unintentional crime the rocky cliffs i will climb, for when i sense danger off the seams, i will come to haunt your dreams.
Oh Cheetos
#1 of very bad poetry :c as president of the bad poetry club here at sofurry i present an example of what our club is all about.
Liquid Courage
bad poetry. really bad poetry." “poetry?" you fill up your glass and match her shot. yours goes down twice as easy as hers did “my wife was a prose writer, but i really like song lyrics. does that count?"
My Lie-On Valentine. Chapter One.
The underground hangout, the magpie’s roost, was a hole in the wall that let people get up on stage and read bad poetry or play horrible music for the audience in a dimly lit room that smelled strongly of tea and incense.
Twilight Fading
"we are not meant to band together like a mindless colony of workers without originality, we are not here to write bad poetry and lament the loss of a loved one as if we had just killed a god.
Dirty Skunk
#1 of lime-ricks and rhyme-licks the start of a new hobby: littering sofurry with bad poetry! there once was a skunk / who got covered in spunk / once cum dried / and fur stuck to hide / everyone knew why it stuck.
A Bump in the Road. Chapter Twenty-Three.
A goon vindictive drama queen that was love torn and lived in the rafters writing bad poetry. just what i needed... and he was scowling. "what?" i finally gave in as the carriage began to move.
They're Baack!!
This is my contribution to the bad poetry club! i don't feel like writing anything major, man. since food is the theme, i figured, what the hell! i heard last week that twinkies are back. so, i was like, "dig it!"
Single Shot
There would be no more watching the fox faking boredom over very real and very bad poetry, you were going to make yourself noticed.
The Porcelain Mask
To him, the makeup, fancy clothes, and bad poetry were fun, not life.
Riddle for the Ages
"the whole point of the box was to hide bad poetry? i can think of more interesting things to keep inside of it," she said, rolling the paper back up and carefully setting it back in the box.
The Shadow's sunshine
Growling with feral abandon, trying to rip my arms free, she was doing this to me, she found out about my dreams somehow, about the freak and his love for bad poetry.