NEW Exquisite Corpse Poem


Well, we did it again. This time we added a new stipulation: every other line should rhyme with the one before it. Notice the word “should.”

blades of grass so crisp and green;
dew glistens with icy sheen.
it makes things look clean
and hides the ways that you are mean.
i’m terrible, horrible– a bad dream.
probably as bad as Bat Masterson!
or perhaps bad like Michael Jackson,
or perhaps REALLY bad like Michael Jackson!
or looking at yourself in the mirror
and feeling that all-too-familiar shiver.
it reminds me of the day she left,
taking my heart with her, a monumental theft.
i would take hers ’till there’s nothing left.


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