Here's a few poems I've been fiddling with:
The Great Old One Cthulhu,
Whilst holidaying in Honolulu,
Was disturbed by a dirge,
And could not resist the urge,
To rip the head off of Lulu.
No? Okay, how about this one?
A chef became a ghost,
After arguing with a dinner party host,
He had stood by the oven,
And said, "Hey, stop shoving!"
But still ended up next to the roast.
No, no, take that gun from your head, there's only one more.
Barry was mad of course,
Lacking sanity or even remorse,
He used blowtorch and knife,
To create a new form of life,
Out of two pigs, a duck and a horse.
So do you think I'll become Poet Laureate anytime soon?