Tuesday, February 16, 2010

This One's Gonna Win Prizes, I Can Feel It

Is it time for another issue of Articulated Animal Bonez, the journal where every poem depicts an animal having sex with the title and an animal giving birth to the last line?


Tricia said...

Oh, Admiral...forgive me for this deletion! All of those words are fine by themselves but together they are giving me a sad. Here, I'll repost a Mad Libs version:

...her silly, facial pants. This is what often makes the sunset so horny. It has to pass through her ridiculous, hardcore pants like a mousetrap stained with rain, hanging in a schoolyard sky.

Tricia said...

There, that feels better!