Poetry | Points in Case

Tag: Poetry

Goes without saying, but no rhyming means no sonnets. I don't care if Shakespeare wrote 154 sonnets; you will be writing zero in this truck.

You're a master of your craft. No, not the hazy IPA you're drinking, but you're a master of that too.

Triumph (Triumphant) wants everyone to know how much she has enjoyed her role in this poem.

Collabs; more inexpressible than all is the subtle brand selfie, mysterious partnerships, the life of which, while ours passes away, endures.

Pt. Jack Sprat re-check of cholesterol ratio and general lipid panel. Wife, however, doing poorly on Nutrisystem and needs to eat leaner.

I run this blog with the same passion that I put into competing in semi-annual regional painting competitions hosted by local newspapers.

He had pallid green skin and was terribly smelly, Like putrid roast beef in petroleum jelly.

Today's Top Posts: what's with all the fireworks? / Please use less lighter fluid / Little Library burned / Home Swim Lessons / Free Aloe!!

“will I complete the mystery of my flesh” / “breasts will be breasts thighs will be thighs” / “thy hair is one kingdom”

“Live, Laugh, Love” in Cursive: Are you a human or the wall clock I bought from the Home Goods clearance section?

Twinkle, twinkle little star, / How I wonder who I are. / I ain’t no saint, or rabbi, / But that don’t make me a bad guy.

1975 — Gerald Ford, cognizant of new requirements to look good on TV, overdoes his makeup and inadvertently wins an episode of RuPaul's Drag Race.