Hello again, today we are examining the infinitely finite points of poetry. No that was not I, it was JoJo. He tried to type and said something really stupid. Alright, well he is going to do his thing and have a go at a poem and then I'm going to share one of my own later, probably.
"JoJo Hates Ninjas: A Sonnet"
Why then must I hate them so
Like arctic cats and Antarctica
They anger me and my toes
Bitter cold, walking in Antarctica (nothing else really rhymes with that does it?)
Fear is what I am feeling now
As the temperature drops down
We huddle beneath a tiny cow
Ninjas sneaking all around town
I will kill them with my machine gun
It will be fun and then that they bleed
I talk to just one ninja, once I'm done
Ninja is dead now so little they need
Take them to hell, take them to hell!
Ninja leave me be, and life will be swell!
JoJo hopes you enjoyed his ninja sonnet attempt, he does not write much poetry so his meter and rhythm are probably off, he does not care.
My turn coming up later... probably. Grab a cup, and DRINK UP!!
"JoJo Hates Ninjas: A Sonnet"
Why then must I hate them so
Like arctic cats and Antarctica
They anger me and my toes
Bitter cold, walking in Antarctica (nothing else really rhymes with that does it?)
Fear is what I am feeling now
As the temperature drops down
We huddle beneath a tiny cow
Ninjas sneaking all around town
I will kill them with my machine gun
It will be fun and then that they bleed
I talk to just one ninja, once I'm done
Ninja is dead now so little they need
Take them to hell, take them to hell!
Ninja leave me be, and life will be swell!
JoJo hopes you enjoyed his ninja sonnet attempt, he does not write much poetry so his meter and rhythm are probably off, he does not care.
My turn coming up later... probably. Grab a cup, and DRINK UP!!
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