Poetry CreatOR II

Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff

with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson

Tale of the The Pope
Anonymous
Emerald clouds swirled above the Pope like a flame
Scoff not at my vile remarks malleable fiend
Hearken to thy nose as salaciousness overcomes thee
It was a good screw, thought the firey Madonna to herself
He was really really understanding
Like Brett, the Pope flopped in violent circles--his anguish exposed
Diving in a lake of drear, the catholic found a golden aardvark
Listless never, helpless never, but most certainly pondering
Spare me your passionate bauble or I shall crush.


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