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There once was a man from Nantucket,
who tried to roast spaghetti in a bucket,
but I couldn't think of any more rhymes
because I ran out of time,
and the square root of twenty-five is three.
I'm not quite sure if you meant this to be as funny as it was to me, or if it's a work in progress. THe title made me think it was supposed to be humorous, so if that's what you were going for, you did a great job.
I love how the last line doesn't fit at all or make any sense. Good work. Your poem put me in a really great mood because it was mindlessly funny.
"And as always, innocent like roller coasters."
There once was a man from St. Bees,
who was horribly stung by a wasp.
When asked, "Does it buzz?"
He replied "No, it doesn't.
I'm so glad it wasn't a hornet."
It took me a second to realize the square root of twenty-five wasn't three. It might be time for me to go back to school.
Good job; this made me smile.
Haha! I love this. Especially the last line.... I wish I could write something really random like that and actually have it sound good, and not like I've completely lost my mind. Most of the stuff I write is so different from this so it would be quite a leap. This made me crack up, especially after reading Shea_Savage's comment, because even though I know the square root of 25, I didn't even realize that until I read her comment, and even then it took me a minute to figure out what the real square root of 25 is. (5, of course. I felt so dumb afterwards, but it's always nice to laugh at yourself once in a while)
-ada"Never be limited by other people's limited imaginations."
"The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself." -- Albert Camus
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