The egg-white mannequin sings, walking down Pothole-gray sidewalks. To the Met he goes. What is he looking for? Of course! His toes, Which have been lost since the lawn-gnome facedown. It had been Sydney versus Roslyn for The title, King Crab. And the prize, you ask? Peppermint wine in a trapezoid flask. As the battle wore on, they struck a gopher, Chopped some toes, and played with Play-doh. The damage caused Google Translator To speak only Spanish about pink meadows. Eventually things came to a close. The victors won with Nike’s bluster. And off went the mannequin for his toes.
Sonnet that was written using random words that the class suggested. I'm surprisingly fond of this silly poem and hope that it will make other smile.