Testo Praerie The Fourth Worst Poetry In The Universe
ghosts are frolicking in the praeriethey look so cute and merry
swans are rotting
they smell a great deal
as skin and flesh fall off of them
the silvery sheen
reflects the bright sun
just as the water reflects and magnifies
to make the swans rot more
they dance and play
having fun all day
they eat the decaying swans
that are oh so tasty
just like pancakes are
with vermont maple syrup
and real butter
then they get reincarnated
and the fun ends