‘Twas lovely wandering summer evening parks.
‘Twas in Gelat’nousboulder1 where I saw
trash all scattered ‘long the vomit lawn, accomp’nied by
globs o’ doggie shit & feel-good posters taped on tree
boughs. ¡How nice o’ nature, serving such important needs!
Surely tacky clip-art betters boring orchids. ¡Phhh!
Luckily I saw the man whose dog improved the park
with its priceless art. Enraptured, I went up to him,
carrying the excrement in question, & I said,
I said to him,
—Hey, buddy, I know both your game & your frame--
& I don’t think either tastes too tangy.
¿Qué es tu puto cuño,
& he’s all like,
—¿You like it? I just whipped them up this morning in FrontPage. I think the kitten in the box saying, «Cat in winter box. Pondering meaning of life. ¿What’s it all mean, cat?» is the funniest part—.
I jammed them down the man’s esophagus;
& that’s why I’m in jail for 60 months.
-  Slogan: “Supports iambicish pentameter.”