This poem is epic
so I named it so
it's more epic than wind and snow
which are in there own respects quite epic
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They are watching me
with their eyes made of jelly
why have they come?
is it the summer ball?
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this poem is the shortest I've written
however it may appear long
because the actual poem
is hidden somewhere far away
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If I was a rasta
that worked in asda
I would only eat pasta
to make the day go fasta'
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I sat on a mat
it felt like a cat
it was a cat
and now it is dead
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My stomach fell out yesterday
it fell on the floor and danced all day
When I asked it why
it did not reply
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Owwwwww!
That's the sound of me grating my face
I thought I was cheese so the pain is just
I am no chedder
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