Poet Authority Poem Terminal

Ate so much he exploded.

This made other people sad,

But solved Ronald's problems.

He liked how round he was.

He reached out and prodded it with a finger.

He liked the air inside too.

Later that day he filled it with water,

Creating a pond.

But that's not all.

Even later in the day he fell in.

Intentionally.

So he'd have a story to share.

Audrey and Ainsley bought a big new bed.

They'd use it to spice up their relationship.

The extra room enabling easier page turning.

He replaced the labels with Heinz and displayed them in his kitchen.

Ushered guests towards his stocked shelves when they visited.

John launched his phone.

Was right next to the pub.

Storage to tidy things up a bit.

He peeled back the lid,

Noticed how clean it was in there.

Plans changed,

He climbed in,

The doctor was so impressed she kept the stuff flowing.

Stuck the other end of the pipe in her own arm 

Smiled at Jack.

Said Jane

I love the sun

Said Bun

That's not a real name

Said Jane

It's my name

Said Bun

Irritated by the lack of rhyming that had occurred.

The passage of time betrayed him.

He ordered wigs and the like off Amazon and would leave for work in disguise.

Neighbours called the police.

Suspected he was operating a brothel.

As night fell the police began their raid,

They stumbled over the bins,

Breaking various limbs.

Stan's problems continued to pile up.

Every night Liz would have to haul herself up and confirm it was safe.

She grew tired of this nonsense.

Began telling him to get over it,

Or go and sleep on the couch.

A very evil man

Wore a baggy hood

And said things like

'Kill them all'

With a gravelly voice

To really hammer the point home.

Informed her it was too hot to work.

He held up his hands,

And they began to melt into his forearms.

Port handed Mira an envelope.

'More bloody book vouchers, Port?'

Her disappointment was noted,

Next year he'd slide them into a box.

Carrying a bucket and spade,

Mark trudged his way to the beach.

Plopped them down to begin construction,

And watched as the tools melted into the sand.

He hunted down the owners.

Dragged patio furniture to their driveway,

Whipped out the old menu.

Later he smiled at Brian.

Went to bed and decided to never wake up again.

Which, given the benefit of hindsight, he'd consider a bad idea.

Not that he'd know now.

Suddenly the real world seemed even less appealing