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Now, there's a metaphor you don't get handed to you ever day.
Fun fact *succumbs to bullet wounds*
Hmph. Well. We've got few future Space Rangers in this group.
In first (and only) place,
Thanks for your entry! I do hope you didn't rip your spacesuit when you took that fall!
As for everyone else, you win a trip to the moon via my foot!
Congrats 
The Georgeian Empire. You have the option of judging the next poetry contest where you can choose a theme and format. Let us know.
Brocklandia, Zany Zanes, and Alta Sil
Post self-deleted by Consuela de la Morrela.
Dusts the fan blades of the ceiling fans,...
...while swinging from them.
Bah! It's not the bullets that kill you--it's the holes.
And stop bleeding on our floors. I mopped them just a few years ago.
And now the goats will glow in the dark. Oh, joy, happiness.
The last time I saw somebody do that (1) the phrase "in his underwear" was involved, and (2) gravity won. Both of these outcomes have me backing away slowly ... er, running for the exit.
Consuela de la Morrela, Miss Chief, and Rudolph
Hermey stares at 
Brocklandia
Hermey:"Havw you, by any chance, written a short story on Reedsy Prompts or wharever you call it?'
Hermey chomps a candy cane, and looks away.
"There's no way."
Like 'em? They're my new see-through pants from Old Navy. No jokes about old sailors or seamen, please.
No. I have no clue what you're talking about. Should I notify my lawyers? I should probably call them anyway, after the way you're staring at me. A restraining order may be necessary.
You're gonna break a tooth that way.
"No, man. I found a short story that sounds like something you'd do with all your meta satirical stuff. There are probably a million people who that could have been."
"Just because I'm gay doesn't mean you need a lawyer."
Hermey chomps more candy canes and laughs
No, Banana-Culottes Kevin was killed with his own shiv last year, coincidentally only a couple weeks before Shooty-Pants Kevin got arrested, something about a dispute over names or something...
Brocklandia and Rudolph
This week I would like to see haikus about the forest
All disputes regarding names should be submitted to Big-Ass-Nuclear-Weapon-Corset Maude for arbitration. I'll let you decide whether "big-ass" applies to the nuke or to Maude, but I suggest you pick your next words carefully, lest you and your surrounding environs start glowing all night in the aftermath.
Bad news, someone took a slice out of the middle of my cheesecake
Brocklandia and Rudolph
That's only bad news for you, not for the someone to carved out the middle of the cheesecake. *burp!*
You, uh, going to eat the rest of that?
Trapped by lines of three
Like the forest muffles sound
Haikus stifle me
Here goes nothing, eh
A poem from up north:
Canada forests
All of them so far up north
See the northern lights
And another for good measure:
Wintertime up north
In the forest with the snow
Dear god, it’s cold, eh
sends a boatload of alcohol-infused Coca-Cola as payment
New menu item for ya!
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