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Poetic Brain Farts

Nemo

Wellknown Ace
Ok, lets go little brainy
Pea sized, and grainy
stop being so lazy
short stuff and amazing
eat stuff your grazing

I've no idea, brains farting
Up in the clouds, and starting
little chocolate sugar coated
oh yes, they're called smarties
Randomly nice, I'm crazy
going back to sleep, I'm hazy

HA-HA-HA, Nopes, your not!
Poetic Brain Farts galore
You've no idea what's in store
The gear cogs are turning to and fore
You're mind is mine now, it's a brawl
For now and ever until its dawn

You can't stall this, I'll make you sprawl

Write poetic brain farts until you lose... and fall
 
I forwarded this thread to 2 other poets who i thought prolly their mind farts poems lol

@criss cross
@Lion_Hearted
Oh ho, challenge accepted, wild and witty,
My poetic brain's feelin’ weirdly gritty.
No logic, just loops and lyrical zaps,
Droppin’ thoughts like microwave snacks.

Crayons in my cereal, socks on the wall,
Banana in a tuxedo makin’ a call.
Ideas slippin’ on imaginary floors,
Knock-knock—who’s there? Existential chores.

A penguin just winked and stole my hat,
Said “chill, it’s poetry, not a thermostat.”
Keyboard’s tappin’ to a jellybean beat,
My neurons moonwalkin’ with sticky feet.

Quantum cupcakes in outer space,
Racing with unicorns, losin’ the race.
Why rhyme with sense when nonsense slays?
I alphabet soup my thoughts these days.

Your turn, little challenger, brain on fire?
Or has your mind slipped on poetic satire?
One rule: no rules. Let's go all in—
'Til our thoughts explode in a rhyming spin.

Ready for Round 2, or shall I keep swingin’?
 
Oh ho, challenge accepted, wild and witty,
My poetic brain's feelin’ weirdly gritty.
No logic, just loops and lyrical zaps,
Droppin’ thoughts like microwave snacks.

Crayons in my cereal, socks on the wall,
Banana in a tuxedo makin’ a call.
Ideas slippin’ on imaginary floors,
Knock-knock—who’s there? Existential chores.

A penguin just winked and stole my hat,
Said “chill, it’s poetry, not a thermostat.”
Keyboard’s tappin’ to a jellybean beat,
My neurons moonwalkin’ with sticky feet.

Quantum cupcakes in outer space,
Racing with unicorns, losin’ the race.
Why rhyme with sense when nonsense slays?
I alphabet soup my thoughts these days.

Your turn, little challenger, brain on fire?
Or has your mind slipped on poetic satire?
One rule: no rules. Let's go all in—
'Til our thoughts explode in a rhyming spin.

Ready for Round 2, or shall I keep swingin’?
:Cwl: that's soooooo funnyyyyyy
 
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