Poet Authority Poem Terminal

He plugged them all in.

Shovelled in the bread.

Cranked down the little lever things.

And declared peak efficiency.

Soon after Percy had a breakdown whilst buttering.

Thomas loaded his neighbour's garden with slugs.

A few days later he put on his finest trousers.

Went over and knocked on her door.

Enquired as to any slug problems.

Asked if she'd like any help dealing with them.

His family charged on to celebrate.

He died in the crush.

The family looked devastated sitting in their brand new automobile.

Took his talents to the streets.

He returned home to a wife malnourished.

And no dinner prepared.

Found it in his body.

Got a bit dejected.

Cheered himself up with a bar of chocolate.

Bought a tote bag.

He then went to the other iconic book shops.

More tote bags were acquired.

The original tote bag came in useful.

He gathered the family. 

Slapped on some Meat Loaf.

Then, when the chorus hit,

Worked his triangle like a pro.

In fact,

He committed to it.

He texted all of his friends.

Told them all about his goal.

Let them know how at ease he was with this.

Ordered some extra large clothes.

Deliverooed 40 Mars Bars from the local supermarket.

Out of her guests referred to it as 'puddle food'.

Miriam did not like this.

She threw the soup over his head.

Asked whether puddles were typically that hot.

Really really deep sniffs.

A baguette flew up his nose.

Got stuck.

He waddled around Marks and Spencer looking a bit like an elephant.

The locals were cows.

As in the beast.

Not the derogatory term.

He watched the cows.

Wondered whether they might like to meet up on weekends.

Play football or something like that.

January!

He panicked.

Started writing down ideas for Christmas presents.