Poet Authority Poem Terminal

They bought big hooded robes and formed a little cult.

One of them ordered a large round table to fit the vibe.

It was cumbersome and didn't really fit in any of their living spaces.

Meetings devolved into complaints about the table.

How some had to squeeze around the edges to get in their seats.

Starving.

Because it was 8:30.

And no pubs were willing to feed him.

Howard made a point of using the same name for all his dogs.

This made it easier to remember password recovery questions.

People thought he was weird.

He didn't like that.

But Howard couldn't let them in on his secret.

And the ground was grassy.

And the path was rocky.

His trek continued.

She loved the hunt for parking spaces.

The rage emanating from other drivers trundling by as she informs them she's not ready to leave.

He walked through a field of sheep!

And then he had to walk through another field of sheep.

And then there was another field of sheep.

Then his legs began to hurt.

Frank started to miss his computer.

There were pictures of sheep on his computer.

Right before the heatwave set in.

Harvey took his cat to the vet.

It was saved!

And furious.

'I almost had eternal sleep'

Said the cat somehow.

'And you went and ruined it.'

His friends asked if he'd pay the bill.

He refused.

They struggled to work out whether that meant he was lying.

He tried to make toast.

Then starved to death.

Vivian told him she knew this would happen.

But he couldn't hear.

Harriet kissed Harry with her dry lips. 

And Harry kissed Harriet with his dry lips. 

They acted as sandpaper. 

Going some way to solve the issues they were having with their lips.

A beast arrived on the scene.

Teeth - with a gap!

Some other creatures aligned their veneers to defeat it.

Reflecting light off their bleach white monstrosities.

Directly into the beast's eyes.

Forcing it to cover its face.

And shuffle back into its little hovel.

Something to mix up the days a bit.

The chafing might give him reason to complain later that day.

Flew straight into Elvis's eyes.

He screeched in pain.

Ruining the mood.

Rob grew a dinosaur.

The neighbours complained to the council.

They were upset about the size of the beast.

And the fact their houses shook when it played.

Not to mention it feeding on several of the local children.

Rob argued that it's simply nature and they should learn to adapt.

The situation is ongoing as the local council seeks a resolution.

She caught Mary watching Ben Fogle on her television.

'That's my man!'

Screamed June.

Mary slapped her in response.

And Ben Fogle roamed across some pasture or something.

Resting atop the cardboard tube,

So it did not need replacing.

Someone died.

The posts on social media were all so tragic.

Frank was struggling to one up them.

To make his the saddest of all.

To explain how he was suffering the most.

How painful it was for him.

And combed his hair back.

And learned a new walk.

And tripped over a kerb.