The little earth-god still persists in his old ways,
Ridiculous as ever, in his first days.
He'd have improved if you'd not given,
Him a mere glimmer of the light of heaven,
He calls it Reason, and it has only increased
His power to be beastlier than the beast.

The breeze is misty, cool and calm,
She sits under the shade of a great palm,
Feeling each grain of sand,
As it runs though her fingers and hand,
She loves the sound of the ocean waves lashing,
As the coconuts fall to the hard ground crashing,
And ive decided this poem will now be silly,
For my mood has changed because of a filly,
This girl has made me really want cookies,
And I want her here so we can have nookies,
Normally my poems are all about her,
But this is the case no longer,
For last night I wrote about a defiant rose,
And it was beastlier than anybody know,
Because I know that I am the ****,
And I know im totally legit,
I came to this world through a magical portal,
And the magics also made me immortal,
So if you have the chance to know me,
Consider yourself very lucky.