Great Potential

There lay

A sleeping babe

So sweet and innocent

Coddled by his single mother

Alone.

He was

A dreaming boy

That dreamt of peace and love

Though he did not yet understand

What is.

Sweet love,

Dreaming of hope,

With the strongest power

Of changing the world for better

For all.

This boy

Although naive

Would surely learn his power

To create a world of great joy

So soon.

He will

Help his mother

‘Til the day he is strong

Enough to rid the world of bad

For us.

There lay

A dreaming boy

With the strongest power

To create a world of great joy

For us.

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Irregular Apocalypse

It started with one

A single caterpillar was infected

With beauty

It grew like normal

And transformed like normal

And became a butterfly.

This butterfly was pulchritudinous, as usual,

But when it came to mating,

It laid thrice as many eggs.

Caterpillars turned butterflies-

Leaves being demolished by ugly little insects

Turning into beautiful monsters

Flying throughout the sky.

The skies were made of wings,

The ground covered in dead grass

Due to the aesthetic apocalypse.

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A Sailor’s Love Affair (A Sea Shanty)

Tell your lady that the sea is your mistress

Tell your lady that the sea is your mistress

Tell your lady that the sea is your mistress

The sea, she is your home.

Tell your lady that you’ll see her ‘morrow

Tell your lady that you’ll see her ‘morrow

Tell your lady that you’ll see her ‘morrow

The sea, she is your home.

Hoist up the sails and take her sailing

Hoist up the sails and take her sailing

Hoist up the sails and take her sailing

The sea, she is your home.

Drink some rum and praise her glory

Drink some rum and praise her glory

Drink some rum and praise her glory

The sea, she is your home.

Land, ahoy! Sweet dusk is setting

Land, ahoy! Sweet dusk is setting

Land, ahoy! Sweet dusk is setting

The sea, she is your home.

Calls thy name; the sea, she calls you

Calls thy name; the sea, she calls you

Calls thy name; the sea, she calls you

The sea, she is your home.

*Sang to the tune of “Drunken Sailor*

Little White Lie

“I haven’t seen your cupcake”

My heart stammers at my first mistake

“Really? Because I couldn’t find my last one

And it took me forever to bake!”

A guilty look proceeds me

I look for others to set me free

But no one comes to my rescue

And she won’t leave and let me be.

“Okay, okay, I admit it! I’m a disgrace!

I won’t do it again, you put me in my place!”

She looks at me with a smirk and says

“I just wanted you to admit it. You still have frosting on your face.”

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