Lightningstep36 wrote:

CN12 wrote:

Whenever I write any kind of novel (usually for literature) it always follows the same three-phase process:

Phase 1: Wow! This is going to be a New York Times Bestseller!
Phase 2: Hmm…what should happen next?…
Phase 3: You know, this actually kind of stinks…

I always end up at phase three.

^ THIS.

Zaneki wrote:

I wrote a poem this summer…
It's a long story, but basically, my sister's friend was being a goof and started twerking in the kitchen. I wrote this and hung it up on my sister's door because I knew her friend would see it.

Dear friend of my sister,
Such a whimsical mister;
I have but a mild complaint:

To preserve my dignity
(Though said not in enmity),
I ask that you show some restraint.

Your bum had found solace
In a manner most lawless:
Raised up so high in the air;

Pray, what had inspired you,
What gave you desire to
Crudely hoist up your derrière?

'Twas not bootylicious
(In fact, quite capricious),
And most certainly an obnoxious quirk;

So to dam the unsightly,
I must ask you (politely):
For the sake of the children, don't twerk.

I like that last line.

I think it's pretty cool how well you guys can write poetry. I can write stories well, but for whatever reason, I'm terrible and uninspired whenever it comes to poetry, hence why I never write poems.

Mewly wrote:

Lightningstep36 wrote:

CN12 wrote:

Whenever I write any kind of novel (usually for literature) it always follows the same three-phase process:

Phase 1: Wow! This is going to be a New York Times Bestseller!
Phase 2: Hmm…what should happen next?…
Phase 3: You know, this actually kind of stinks…

I always end up at phase three.

^ THIS.

Zaneki wrote:

I wrote a poem this summer…
It's a long story, but basically, my sister's friend was being a goof and started twerking in the kitchen. I wrote this and hung it up on my sister's door because I knew her friend would see it.

Dear friend of my sister,
Such a whimsical mister;
I have but a mild complaint:

To preserve my dignity
(Though said not in enmity),
I ask that you show some restraint.

Your bum had found solace
In a manner most lawless:
Raised up so high in the air;

Pray, what had inspired you,
What gave you desire to
Crudely hoist up your derrière?

'Twas not bootylicious
(In fact, quite capricious),
And most certainly an obnoxious quirk;

So to dam the unsightly,
I must ask you (politely):
For the sake of the children, don't twerk.

I like that last line.

I think it's pretty cool how well you guys can write poetry. I can write stories well, but for whatever reason, I'm terrible and uninspired whenever it comes to poetry, hence why I never write poems.

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