Corrupt a Poem

Gnomes cook deep fried rolly-polly Twinkies when sane.
They never cried "I'm insane!" - or died without pain.
Who has outswum PotW's gluten-free sushi bar?

Chickens. They skipped up Stan the Cookie cliff.
They have blown up the pancake on his plate
And ate their whale, excited to donate.

Igloos have sailed unnerved and sipped the smell of couscous
When in dreams a defenestrated duffer
Knocked over pickles from another dimension,

Weep! Duffers kill the doctor to lisp "Avast!";
And crudely gulped at an ungainly blight,
One blubbering trout atop the mast

Lester, what lime had purpled, moving the pork?
I have been one epoxied with the spork.
 
Gnomes cook deep fried rolly-polly Twinkies when sane.
They never cried "I'm insane!" - or died without pain.
Who has outswum PotW's gluten-free sushi bar?

Chickens. They skipped up Stan the Cookie cliff.
They have blown up the pancake on his plate
GG ate their whale, excited to donate.

Igloos have sailed unnerved and sipped the smell of couscous
When in dreams a defenestrated duffer
Knocked over pickles from another dimension,

Weep! Duffers kill the doctor to lisp "Avast!";
And crudely gulped at an ungainly blight,
One blubbering trout atop the mast

Lester, what lime had purpled, moving the pork?
I have been one epoxied with the spork.

 
Gnomes cook deep fried rolly-polly Twinkies when sane.
They never cried "I'm insane!" - or died without pain.
Who has outswum PotW's gluten-free sushi bar?

Chickens. They skipped up Stan the Cookie cliff.
They have blown up the pancake on his plate
GG ate their whale, excited to donate.

Igloos have sailed unnerved and sipped the smell of couscous
Tall in dreams a defenestrated duffer
Knocked over pickles from another dimension,

Weep! Duffers kill the doctor to lisp "Avast!";
And crudely gulped at an ungainly blight,
One blubbering trout atop the mast

Lester, what lime had purpled, moving the pork?
I have been one epoxied with the spork.
 
Gnomes cook deep fried rolly-polly Twinkies when sane.
They never cried "I'm insane!" - or died without pain.
Who has outswum PotW's gluten-free sushi bar?

Chickens. They skipped up Stan the Cookie cliff.
They have blown up the pancake on his plate
GG ate their whale, excited to donate.

Igloos swiftly sailed unnerved and sipped the smell of couscous
Tall in dreams a defenestrated duffer
Knocked over pickles from another dimension,

Weep! Duffers kill the doctor to lisp "Avast!";
And crudely gulped at an ungainly blight,
One blubbering trout atop the mast

Lester, what lime had purpled, moving the pork?
I have been one epoxied with the spork.
 
Gnomes cook deep fried rolly-polly Twinkies when sane.
They never cried "I'm insane!" - or died without pain.
Who has outswum PotW's gluten-free sushi bar?

Chickens. They skipped up Stan the Cookie cliff.
They have blown up the pancake on his plate
GG ate their whale, excited to donate.

Igloos swiftly sailed unnerved and sipped the smell of couscous
Tall in dreams a defenestrated duffer
Knocked on pickles from another dimension,

Weep! Duffers kill the doctor to lisp "Avast!";
And crudely gulped at an ungainly blight,
One blubbering trout atop the mast

Lester, what lime had purpled, moving the pork?
I have been one epoxied with the spork.
 
Okay, I think we can start a new poem now... There are no content words left, though I'm amazed at what havoc you can wreak with prepositions and conjunctions.

Gnomes cook deep fried rolly-polly Twinkies when sane.
They never cried "I'm insane!" - or died without pain.
Who has outswum PotW's gluten-free sushi bar?

Chickens. They skipped up Stan the Cookie cliff.
They have blown up the pancake on his plate
GG ate their whale, excited to donate.

Igloos swiftly sailed unnerved and sipped the smell of couscous
Tall in dreams a defenestrated duffer
Knocked on pickles from a fluffy dimension,

Weep! Duffers kill the doctor to lisp "Avast!";
And crudely gulped at an ungainly blight,
One blubbering trout atop the mast

Lester, what lime had purpled, moving the pork?
I have been one epoxied with the spork.
 
Miss Freckles said:
Okay, I think we can start a new poem now... There are no content words left, though I'm amazed at what havoc you can wreak with prepositions and conjunctions.
Click to expand...

I will never again underestimate little words. Or punctuation.

And there are a couple content words left. Look, I just made the poem worse.

Gnomes cook deep fried rolly-polly Twinkies when sane.
They never cried "I'm insane!" - or died without pain.
Who has outswum PotW's gluten-free sushi bar?

Chickens. They skipped up Stan the Cookie cliff.
They have blown up the pancake on his plate
GG ate their whale, excited to donate.

Igloos swiftly sailed unnerved and sipped the smell of couscous
Tall in dreams a defenestrated duffer
Knocked on pickles from a fluffy dimension,

Weep! Duffers kill the doctor to lisp "Avast!";
And crudely gulped at an ungainly blight,
One blubbering trout atop the mast

Lester, what lime had purpled, moving the pork?
I have failed one epoxied with the spork.

So, who chooses the next one?
 
Okay, fine.... Normally I like Yeats, but he wrote this poem because of Thoreau, who I don't like, so....



The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
 
I will arise and go now, and go to musketry,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
 
I will arise and go now, and go to musketry,
And a small bomb build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
 
I will arise and go now, and go to musketry,
And a small bomb build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the panoply;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
 
I will arise and go now, and go to musketry,
And a small bomb build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the panoply;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some bisque there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
 
I will arise and go now, and go to musketry,
And a small bomb build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the panoply;
And live alone in the bee-loud blade.

And I shall have some bisque there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
 
I will arise and go now, and go to musketry,
And a small bomb build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine eyebrows will I have there, a hive for the panoply;
And live alone in the bee-loud blade.

And I shall have some bisque there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
 
I will arise and go now, and go to musketry,
And a small bomb build there, of clay and wattles flayed:
Nine eyebrows will I have there, a hive for the panoply;
And live alone in the bee-loud blade.

And I shall have some bisque there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
 
I will arise and go now, and go to musketry,
And a small bomb build there, of clay and wattles flayed:
Nine eyebrows will I have there, a hive for the panoply;
And live alone in the bee-loud blade.

And I shall have some bisque there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple elf,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
 
I will arise and go now, and go to musketry,
And a small bomb build there, of clay and wattles flayed:
Nine eyebrows will I have there, a hive for the panoply;
And live alone in the bee-loud blade.

And I shall have some bisque there, for peace comes dropping pelf,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple elf,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
 
Batman will arise and go now, and go to musketry,
And a small bomb build there, of clay and wattles flayed:
Nine eyebrows will I have there, a hive for the panoply;
And live alone in the bee-loud blade.

And I shall have some bisque there, for peace comes dropping pelf,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple elf,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
 
Batman will fly and go now, and go to musketry,
And a small bomb build there, of clay and wattles flayed:
Nine eyebrows will I have there, a hive for the panoply;
And live alone in the bee-loud blade.

And I shall have some bisque there, for peace comes dropping pelf,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple elf,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
 
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