Poet Authority Poem Terminal

Julius spent a week practising.

Worked out all the faces required to look like a colossal goon in YouTube thumbnails.

He monetised this new skill successfully.

The interviewer interjected with a humourless quip.

And they cackled at each other for the next sixty seconds.

Before we continue I must admit I see nothing wrong with the name myself.

But I'm not Suzy,

Suzy is.

So Suzy hated her name.

She had it changed to something she loved.

Fish and chips.

Fish and Chips began to regret her choice.

It lead to confusion.

Frequent disappointments at dinner time.

Thunder!

Gunther lost control.

The carpet suffered.

Maudreen had to clean up,

His shelf had a lot of things on it already.

He liked to look at them.

All of his things.

Yeah!

WOOOOOOOO!'

The characters on my screen squeal.

As I sit in my dimly lit room,

Staring glumly into the glow of a monitor.

After all the desks were cleared.

The former employees were assured,

The executive at home,

Was weeping into his billions.

'You're getting old,'

He observed.

'Any chance you could slow it down a bit?'

He said,

In addition to the previous quote.

Stanley's face began to hurt.

One side considerably more puce than the other.