Inspired by the all together good poetry on here, I thought I’d represent with some bad poetry. I suppose it helps me become an equally bad prose writer.
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Though, our paths will never cross
I know you wait up for me
nightly
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Oh come on, you can do worse than that! 
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Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts
With my blurglecruncheon, see if I don’t!
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The sun
Is
yellow
and
warm.
The End
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Tick tack
Crick crack
Makes my neck go
Snip snap
Inspired by my arthritis in my neck.
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Finally a poem I can understand. 
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“Micturations” = pissings? Interesting.
It’s Vogon poetry.
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