Poetry CreatOR II

Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff

with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson

Lucille Ball
Anonymous
Slowly Lucille Ball surfaces upon the jello-like sea.
Last for the ripping first for the punching--Now we create!
Hearken to thy scale as salaciousness overcomes thee
Stars filled her mind--it was if pigs were cracking her head.
"Holy flying hamhock, Batman!" she said radiantly
"Egad!" Lucille Ball yelled with quite a harsh overtone as a lover liberated the trustworthy fool.
How easily did the dream come apart, like a fondue in one's knee
Why ask why ? One destroys this always.
We have done the cycle, now knock me--oh!


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