This is my protest (of a sort) against modern poetry; it's meant to stink, and also meant to be funny 
On a knoll a lolipop sat,
And then came a candle.
I am the lolipop,
Said Lolipop,
I am juciy and round and yummy,
But someone needs to finish me,
Suck me, for I am the lolipop.
I am the candle,
Said Candle.
I am hot and waxy,
But someone needs to contain me,
Blow me, for I am the candle.
Then came hamburger.
I am the hamburger,
Said Hamburger.
I am candle and this is lolipop
Said Candle.
I am lolipop and this is candle
Said Lolipop.
Eat me, for I am the hamburger.
And then they all disapeared,
And there was nothing save a barren wasteland,
For such is life.

