This poem is a no-holds-barred collaboration attempt by Kevin Lenners and myself; we alternated after one word each. I thought of Lewis Carroll, and you'll see why.
III. (Better Title Coming)
You, King Zumar, may become the boobah
residing fantalantlelantalopes.
Excelsior! Boomagoobagoop is a
slutbucketin' changlesporicalistor
meatfusion! Zipplebopple permeates
zhuzhumariphorical atop of
Kilimanjaro watching rebirths swell
tumultuously khikchobaccathusnalcoven--meh.
Mea-culpa blerfungary. Asenspa cartoonists
propriate Jupiter-groovin' poodles.
Proclamation: amoodledeedleflakenhausen,
gliebenstumberg! The proletariat builte
Pokemon abucazzeedoflauklesnit curmudgeons.
This wigwam isn't quimbluxuating spiracles--
Fuck! Sir Finklesteine zollified Pringles
yummily while /klefing/ Zoinklesberg
infiltrated Chimchangaville. Egads!
Coagulate "Kamikaze" Chunlespauk's
snuffaluffagus' snuffaluffity choo-choo'd
gregariously. Methinks bugflipflopiten
shanked coinciding palmettos.
Bilobas' cuckamongorama--chivalrous, translucent--
isotopes a'formin' jackilocowboylanterns
(BLEEP yo' mindfuckery, por favor).
i told kevin this today. this is awesome.
ReplyDeletedo the first two now.