Haiyo, everybody seems to be writing poems, all sounds quite sad somemore. Guess I shall try to buck the trend and come up with something funny. Allright, first lets think of a topic. Hmmm, I had a great dinner, I think I shall go with dinner. Here it is, poem about dinner.

It is almost eight,
I have already ate,
My dinner.

I had a big steamboat,
I ate till I hurt my throat,
My dinner.

Mushy vegetables and sotong balls,
Pigs' liver and bread rolls,
My dinner.

I've got no goddamned inspiration,
Just finished passing motion,
My dinner.

Haha, the last one was funny.