The Great Adventure

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-Timmy

A(N) I. O. U.

A(N) I. O. U.

ayy, I. O. U. many thingz,

(a scary thing R gary’s thingz):

a scuba swim, a tuna fin,

a tuba, tin, a compost bin.

Shins on vinyl, midtirmz, finalz,

baptists, catfish, David’s bridal,

a chakra, paratha, judo kata,

chanclas, midulla oblongata.

i know you’ll luv da PS2

with zoo tycoon and FIFA too

cuz ayy, i got too many thingz,

(a scary thing R gary’s thingz):

my commentz: thiz poem wuz a real challenge. not being able to use “e” made me really have to rethink what i needed to fill out my linez cuz i wanted them to rhyme.  for a few phrazez i had to reword them entirely from what would have worked great otherwyze.  i thought when i wuz done that it read a lot like dialect poetry, kind of like an Ali G monologue because of all the z’s.

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I can't fit this poem in this box. What do I do?

I've asked all the doctors,

all the engineers,

all the mathematicians,

all the writers,

and the creator.

But

I still can't fit this poem

in this box.

What do I do?

You say you can't fit that poem

in that box.

May I ask,

Can you fit that poem

In any box?

I have tried to fit this poem in

a cardboard box

a copper box

a wooden box

a plastic box

a glass snuffbox

a chef's knife box.

I used a sphere

A tetrahedron

A combination of both.

I integrated

the space between the sides

the curves

the lines

and they all agreed

that they could hold this poem

in some

weird ass box.

But

I still can't fit this poem

in this box.

So

tell me

why can't I fit this poem

in a box?

You've seen why

you cant fit that poem

in that box.

Are you done?

What?

You've seen that poem

shed tears

and soak up your cardboard box.

You've seen that poem

use its willpower

and reshape your copper box.

You've seen that poem

fill with rage

and scorch your wooden box.

You've seen that poem

feel bitter

and reprimand your plastic box.

You've seen that poem

become narcissistic

and shatter your glass snuffbox.

You've seen that poem

feel salty

and parch your chef's knife box.

Yes,

Even my weird ass box

couldn't contain you.
Now then

Please,
Be frank.

What the hell?

-- Anthony Wu