Poetry CreatOR II
Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff
with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson
| Helen of Troy |
| Anonymous |
| A cow descends from the passionate Helen of Troy, |
| Bread so sound of mind not free to pretend |
| Transporting out, into the distance, the vehicle feasts. |
| She spun out of the ferry, a trail of soft chrysanthemum following. |
| The lousy bard sings a ballad, sing the song of the Face.. . In it make her die |
| "Egad!" Helen of Troy yelled with quite a harsh overtone as Grim Reaper liberated the trustworthy fool. |
| Singing of contempt, pop tart-like dreams I dreamt, O Helen of Troy what are you? |
| Taste my fist or my other parts, feel the pleasure as I slam you |
| Frolicking for foul fun, the Face, break a fly instead. |
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