I dipped a woodlouse in the ink I set it on the page Watched it craft fine works of art I was stunned, so amazed by the words that flowed I's and oh's there in repose as that louse moved its feet None here could write with such delight Such a one word piece of art And so I set a color pallete down Watched it work throughout the night Oh, oh such a glorious work evolved Of color tint and hue A work so crafted, so wonderful That could be challenged by so few And upon that work of wonder A one word poem grew And all this by a woodlouse Using six legs instead of two
Such fine and pure art penned for the artless masses who dare to post their purile work here