My appreciation of poetry is pretty much limited to rhymes that begin "There once was a wench from Nantucket," but I read recently somewhere that poetry is "the interior analogue of travel, an exploration of the mind and soul." I'd never really thought of it in quite that way before.
I guess since a bunch of people have looked at this post and nobody is jumping up and down wanting to post poetry we can do away with the section.
Wahoo, it's:
There once was a man from Nantucket, his ___ was so long he could suck it he said with a grin wiping the ___ from his chin if my ear was an _____ I would _____it.
I woke up this morning and I had myself a beer, I woke up this morning and I had myself a beer, The future's uncertain, and the end is always near. Let it roll baby roll, Let it roll baby roll, Let it roll all night long.
I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here Your voice sounds so wonderful But yer face don't look too clear So bar maid bring a pitcher, another round o' brew Honey, why don't we get drunk and...