Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

bite to eat and then circle back

And, uh, this one just says, "Good morning, rake."

And would it kill you to be exhausted

that ends in a very fun surprise destination.

and just chat about poetry.

but still feel weirdly ashamed of.

Well, I couldn't stop dipping my fork into it,

But then I would never actually call myself a poet.

You guys know I love to swivel in a chair in complete darkness.

You know it. I can't wait to be your guide

For a minute I thought you were gone,

I admire that so much.

♪ His boyfriend's a dancer whose name is Tim ♪

One time I saw the employee break room at the art museum.

but Cheesecake and I did just fine.

That's exactly the word.

And now, a man who promised me in the woods that he was a poet.

Crapple sauce. I forgot.

Wondering if we took a wrong turn.

So, we're in a cell that floods with icy cold water?

you've put thousands of hours and dollars into

that homework stinks.

This sounds like the start of a fairy tale.

Remember, Moon? How I am one?

and then you die... die... die.

Your underwear always feels wet, front and back.

but you love to see those choo choos go round.

And I've always thought female poets are--

I'm talking about an all-access tour

There are some pretty nice ones in the scarf hamper

filling up with rage diarrhea?

Or gaze at a bear ♪

and then we'll go back.

but my lie bloomed from my feelings,

Don't worry, guys. I'm not gonna be hard on you

Sorry about that.

about taking the last Toaster Strudel this morning.

and, well, now I've really done it.

- from writing outside in the elements by the river. - Got it.

I guess being responsible doesn't have to be a bad thing.

All right, everybody

I've never written a whole poem.

from when I was in high school.