The Emergency Poetry Network

Breaker, breaker, Tango-Charlie!
The sky is falling!
The sky is falling!
Mayday!
In July!
BUTTER.

I Can't Believe It's Not Butter

Butter butter
in the tray.
Why in the world are you so grey?
Is it rot?
Are you hot?
Yum!
Creamy.

Butter in a jar!

Butter.
In a jar.
How did it
get there
from far?

Invisible
Pink
Unicorn
Butter
Fairies.

DUH!

Yellow Trailers

Ah-ha!
There's a traitor in our midst.
He flows like yellow vines
accross the pale landscape of distopia.
Forsooth thou art a knave
and a scholar.
Ooooooo.  Buttered popcorn.