‘Twas the night before registration, and all through the campus not a soul was stirring, not even Allied Barton.
Slant Rhyme
NYAAAAAAAA!
A four part poem.
Its orbit elliptical, Its surface red and bright; The volcano on its surface spews a liquid white – A mountain is falling apart and being made new, on your face. The planet rarely strays from its roots: Deep hairy follicles infected, Oozing with new matter To make this planet,...
I exit my dorm Gasping for fresh air. The hallway is full Of suffocating fumes. Damn coolers.
