Hopefully I'm not as awful at poetry as the Vogons in Douglas Adams's famous Hitchhiker's Guide trilogy, who used their poetry as a sick sort of torture device.
Sit yourselves down in the dreaded Poetry Appreciation Chair, my friends, because my roommate has those word magnet things. I'd been eyeing them for weeks, and the other day I finally caved. I got up early, made myself some eggs and tea, and got to work. The first few words I pulled out of the bag were "enormous" "gorgeous", "diamond", and "blood". Naturally I composed a poem about the diamond trade. If you can't tell, I'm not a big fan.
The magnet poem game is a favorite for writers, because you can really only use most words one time. And there's the whole finding-the-right-grammatical-endings-and-prepositions dilemma, which adds to the fun!
Then I felt bad for putting such a sad and angry poem on our fridge, so I compensated by adding this little touch of randomness underneath of it. It is entitled, "Well, that clears things up."
Lol, my cousin has some word magnets on her car - strangers will write things for her while she is parked in random places!
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