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February 26th, 2009 by

Kaytie.x0x

The misty river flows gently

As I paddle my birch-bark canoe

I see a black fish

It jumps into my canoe

And I hit it with a

Tazer, it dies

And bites me

My boat stinks

I can’t swim

But it doesn’t

Matter, I’m in a canoe

What was I thinking?

Killing that poor fish?

Do you like cheese?

Do you want cheese?

I found cheese in the fish’s mouth.

I found Gouda…Yummmm

I found a tire

Because I was on the misty river

Because it used to be an auto dump

Because I’m Chuck Norris

Stuart Ross Says:
March 9th, 2009 at 6:18 pm
OK, I dunno about that last line … but I do like this poem. I like how crazy it starts getting when the questions kick in. And I like the idea of a misty river that used to be an auto dump. It gives me hope!