"chemistry is a pain in the hass!"
avogadro spouted malignantly
so he traveled the world
counted every avocado
and got 6.022x10^23

Armstrong gets all the credit
before long she'll have her fair share
she beat him i tell you!
months before the supposed "first steps"
she jumped in her rocket
and brought her instruments!

maybe one day i'll meet Lucia
build my own rocket and fly away!
we'll sing and play and color all day
oh me oh my we'll be so glad
to show the moon people records by Stereolab!

some say she died in a hospital in LA
but i know she's still up there,
enjoying the day!

at the Topsfield fair i saw my friend Karen
"oh hey Karen what're you doing here?"
"oh you know, just fairin'"

once a month
when you feel like ****
just become a potato
today i was a russet

- long and large,
with a thick, rough skin
not ashamed to say i had
a high starch amount within

i can be eaten mashed, boiled, or baked
the latter is easier from my tolerance break

today i did nothing

and that's ok

this is not a poem.
this is an idea next to a blank canvas
it is up to you to make it your own

think about it -
maybe you could write about
the relation between the faded white hues of chef boyardee's hat and the color of the used car?
or maybe about Mr. Boyardee negotiating with the Jeep salesman, bribing him with Chef Boyardee © branded ravioli?

think about the different scenarios
make this idea happen

freeverse, limerick, haiku
whatever you wish to do

YOU are the chosen one

good luck.

how foolish of me to think it could last
feels so slow yet somehow so fast
and as i wondered when the time had past
all the red flags returned to full mast
without a trace you were gone in a flash
the flags turned white and i surrendered at last