Saturday, April 21, 2012

Health Madlib Poem

Health Madlib Poem. Go to: http://languageisavirus.com/cgi-bin/madlibs.pl and fill in the parts of speech and the site will generate a poem for you. Feel free to post the Madlib or edit it to make it better.

 

Not sure this makes sense, but I posted anyways!

 

happy house's happy house

quickly i have never add, smartly beyond
any baby, your brother have their cute:
in your most loveable fruit are things which walk me,
or which i cannot may because they are too carefully

your beautiful look correctly will undoes me
though i have appear myself as plate,
you sit always fork by fork myself as spoon go
(comeing patiently, always) her bright knife

or if your coat be to will me, i and
my car will bake very during, finally,
as when the ball of this baby drop
the apple last everywhere building;

nothing which we are to run in this dog talk
the mommy of your light daddy: whose feather
roll me with the shirt of its straw ,
crawling cup and cousin with each mixing

(i do not yawn what it is about you that stay
and work; only something in me open
the toothbrush of your brother is jazzy than all spoon)
desk, not even the pen, has such jolly vegetable
- Jacqui & e.e. cummings

 

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