My poem entry:
An ode to Filthy Frank?
With all of your tropical clothing that horribly stank (in so many ways)
We believe that you should be caving to our demands that you bathe
In loads of soap and water so hot that it scathes.
Or maybe we toss you in the washing machine and utilize all the detergent
And wash you so long so that you do not arise alive and emergent.
So listen to us beg and plead and give wisdom so clear,
And please understand that by our rules you must adhere.
Hourly
I won't offend you with more jellyfish drawings so I'll leave you with a poem instead
Barack Obama
Rode on a llama
Eating his curds and whey
Along came miss Clinton
Who sat down and pinched him
And frightened Obama away sorrynotsorry