Exploding Pancake Poem

There was once a girl named Abby.
She thought, ‘I’ll have pancakes maybe!’
She cooked for hours and hours,
Baking till she had several large towers.
Sitting in a chair, knife and fork in hand,
She took a large bite but they were bland!
Disgusted, she strode to the syrup,
And poured it in a large measuring cup.
Dumping it upon the pancakes she sits,
As soon as it hits it’s a blitz.
Shoving pancake after pancake in her mouth,
This is where our story begins to turn south.
These pancakes built up in her stomach,
Then there was a sound like an earth quake.
Oozing out of her every pour came batter,
Now this is truly a serious matter
For once you begin to explode you cannot stop,
You will grow and grow and grow, till, SLOP!
And this is just what happened to poor Abby,
Oozing out till she was bone-dry.
So remember kids, if you ever eat pancakes,
Never make this mistake.

~Tyler

Pipe and Smoke

The pipe lays upon the desk.
The smoke floats up upon the air.
Bending sweet light,
It flies ever higher.
Peaceful redwood,
Burning brilliant red light.

The man sits upon the chair.
The head cradled in his hands.
Thoughts rebounding,
Resounding in his mind.
Time is shattered,
With his back to the world.

~Tyler

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Light is fading all too quick,
But there he stands pushin back,

Fighting with a simple stick,

Hurting from the Darkness attack.

But still he tries stopping it,

A simple and pathetic fight.

The Darkness laughs with its wit,

And it all goes on, deep in night.

Hoping til he hits the ground,

the passion keeps him clear,

to hear that one resounding sond,

the graceful voice of his dear.

But alas this is no story,

Our hero falls upon the ground,

and finally he has no worry.

Simply put he has been found.

Now as he slips away,

He finds a light and hears a voice.

Trying so hard, he attempts to stay,

but he knows he has no choice.

~Tyler