It comes in a yellow plastic can. People drink it.

Where dryads tread the fairly fields, and then..

Sometimes I scream for no apparent reason. It feels good.

There once was a man named McNameter
Who was blessed with both length and diameter
But it wasn’t his size
That was a surprise
‘Twas his rhythm: iambic pentameter

Let’s make a date, to tango quite late
And when we get tired, we’ll just hesitate.

The itch of writing can only be cured by the scratching of a pen.

This happened to me the other day.

(source: xkcd)

XIX
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

Benched 1.11111 times the body weight today. Math makes everything more fun.