The Fruitcake Rebellion

Once upon a time
my mom was
a tower. But
it was demolished.
Then, fruitcakes rebelled
against themselves, dying.
This carnival exploded.
THE END.

UNFOLD MY KITTENS!

Once upon a time
a ravenous raven
was hospitalized in
a crystal basement
where pocket vaginas
were distributed to
cancelled armageddons. It
happens sometimes. So,
the raven whitened
and became invisible
to blind-folded nurses
and blind doctors.
Choking carrots, whispering
"the oranges lie".
UNFOLD MY KITTENS!
BEHOLD THE CUTENESS!
Suddenly, they flew.
No! Come back!
They did...silently.
But then, suddenly
but expectedly, anger
slowly disappeared. The
kites dropped bombs
from the ground
on heaven's rectum
inside the planet's
acid filled clouds
which were alkaline.
These contradictions were
imposed by laws.
Promising nothing, water
tried desperately to
flood indecent days
down the mountains
of her breasts.
THE END.

The Clouds' Fertility

Once upon a time
carrying babies to
a sharp edge
was like using
a pink thong.
It was feminine.
So, men also
threw fetus pizzas
against cubs walls
to delight clouds.
However, the clouds
got wet with
their own rain
from god's bathtub
which was dry.
Obviously, the pizzas
were breeding with
women in rails
because they can.
THE END.