I implored her never to stop making her vases.
We didn’t get married or anything.
But we’re still on a first-name basis.

We all care about the dawn of time because it is fun to mention, of course, but we also like the dawn of time because it was the start of time.

oh look, oxtail soup,
oh look, throng in corridor,
oh look, leagues of Sung Tongs pustule,
oh look, lake como play tide in a movie,
oh look, of all stripes pruning the hedges

Fifty wasps got my ass in Malaga, Spain,
So I limped to the hospital clutching my booty.
In the waiting room, our song; I winced in pain.
Some kid said it sounded like Death Cab for Cutie.

In Russia by the arctic pole / a nut can brood and have a soul. / A soulful nutshell there may tan / the hide for fun of any man.
The poem goes on…