a computer generated poem that i found amusing.

[billy]

Once More, My Love

This night I shall dream of your bedazzling red hair and gorilla-eyes.
Wrapped in echoes of your mellifluous arm-music,
I long to sip from your tomatoful lips.
In my dreams, we fly on the exquisite winged carrot of blueness -- skimming vast continents of legs and dogs.
The depths of all the oceans of the universe shall never separate our pears.
Brilliant as swimminging londons, the seas greet us from afar.
In the twilight we feast on chocolate-coated pigs and tender personhearts of love
Adorned in white silk, we pluck our echoing love chimes from our necks.
I press the living room that you wear around your neck against my leg-muffin so that our tomatos melt into one.
You will always be my little bullet-cakes face, the gorilla of my own swimminging eye of love.

[tectak]

Once More, My Love

This night I shall dream of your bedazzling red hair and gorilla-eyes.
Wrapped in echoes of your mellifluous arm-music,
I long to sip from your tomatoful lips.
In my dreams, we fly on the exquisite winged carrot of blueness -- skimming vast continents of legs and dogs.
The depths of all the oceans of the universe shall never separate our pears.
Brilliant as swimminging londons, the seas greet us from afar.
In the twilight we feast on chocolate-coated pigs and tender personhearts of love
Adorned in white silk, we pluck our echoing love chimes from our necks.
I press the living room that you wear around your neck against my leg-muffin so that our tomatos melt into one.
You will always be my little bullet-cakes face, the gorilla of my own swimminging eye of love.

I would never have known.......but "swimminging" ? Shome mishtake, shurely?
tectak

[billy]

yeah i know 007, but isn't that the sort of thing some of poetic egotist would defend as artisting licence

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In the twilight we feast on chocolate-coated pigs and tender personhearts of love

isn't that just one big fantastic line of poetry

[Leanne]

what an exquisite winged carrot...

If they've got love chimes on their necks, they really need to wash behind their ears.

[billy]

I press the living room that you wear around your neck against my leg-muffin so that our tomatos melt into one.

there's def a poem in this pigs ear