Adventurers in Breakfast

[Nystul]

So it has been a while since my last attempt at Serious Inspirational Poetry, but I think this one might have a chance at winning the Nobel Prize thingy:

Aventures in Breakfast
By Brian Waggoner

{This is based on a True Story}
{Except that None of It Happened}
{And All of the Names Have Been Changed}
{Except Chuck's}

There once was a man named Chuck
And he is hungry for an orange.

So he says "Hey man, get me an orange!"

But I can't even find a rhyme of an orange.
Errr,
I meant a *rind*
I've yet to find,
Of an orange.

Then Chuck says "Make that an orange and porridge!"

I say "For oranges and porridge,
I may forage the storage."

"Don't ignore this, Boris!" Chuck says with a flourish.
"I'm so hongry I'd eat a horrris!" (Forget it, he's rolling.)
"Forage the storage for oranges and porridge!"
"Make orange juice and pour this for this
Glorious Orange Porridge Four Course
Gourmet Buffet!"
"Then find your way
To my hideaway
By the bay!"

And I'da say...
"Right away!"
"I'll forage the storage for oranges and porridge,
make orange juice and pour this for this
Four Glorious Orange Porridge Courses...
..Mr. Norris!"

And Chuck says
"Thanks Man."

[NuurAbSaal]

I can offer some serious analysis:

I chuckled. Get it?

I'm sorry.

take care
Tarabulus

[Bolty]

This is far too high-brow for the Lurker Lounge.

[RTM]

I'm not a huge fan of poetry, so it takes an incredibly important subject to motivate me to put pen to page. I've written 2 poems in my lifetime. This is one of them:

Peeps
Peeps are yellow, Peeps are pink
Peeps have eyes of edible ink
Lined up nicely in their box
Like tiny fluffy chick-shaped rocks
The taste is sweet, the texture chewy,
The outside crisp, the inside gooey
But my favorite thing about peeps
Is biting off their heads

[shoju]

I'm not a huge fan of poetry, so it takes an incredibly important subject to motivate me to put pen to page. I've written 2 poems in my lifetime. This is one of them:

Peeps
Peeps are yellow, Peeps are pink
Peeps have eyes of edible ink
Lined up nicely in their box
Like tiny fluffy chick-shaped rocks
The taste is sweet, the texture chewy,
The outside crisp, the inside gooey
But my favorite thing about peeps
Is biting off their heads

We should make that one of those.... "facebook" photo things. You would be famous.

[Maitre]

This is far too high-brow for the Lurker Lounge.

Speaking of high-brow, I heard a great piece of poetry a while ago, and it has stayed among my favorites as a meta-poetic commentary on the state of modern personal expression. It goes a bit like this...

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
This poem is free verse.
It doesn't have to rhyme.

[[wcip]Angel]

Here's mine

Ode to the Ani

A flock of ani doth yonder graze
'twixt the babbling brook and florid maze
Their bounce brings a smile
to men all the while
they savour the sight for other days.

[DeeBye]

Chuck Norris jokes are lame, but "forage the storage" made me giggle. Good work.