Bunnies Ate Nuns

Once upon a time

bunnies ate nuns

because they're powered

by Duracell, uniting

the efforts of

kinky prototypes that

were created because

nuns were hungry

for bananas. Then

they thanked them

because it was

what they prayed

for. But suddenly

they woke up.

The End.

The Airwave Returned

Thrice Upon A Crime
there was an
Emmy-winning enemy
who was befriended
by detergent statues.
Then, out of
the bottomless hat
came the airwave
that now existed
but was still
videoactive, making the
loading screens appear,
maddening the enemy,
who was calmed
by yuri fanfics
like everyone else.
The loading ended.
The airwave expanded
and expanded and
expanded and magentanized
and happily dissapeared.
Again, guilty, lemonades
became so emo
even poetry exploded.
Now, poets are
licking oxigenated compassions
like skin cakes
that twitched underage
boys and girls.
The enemy read
the yuri fanfics,
solidifying into detergent.
The End.