Brain freeze. Poetry not coming, so I wrote an homage to Pearson's Nut Rolls:

Oh nut roll, oh nut roll,
I love thee so.
So salty - and sugary!
You make me glow!

I like to get naked,
And rub you all over -
You're just so damn tasty!
And something that rhymes with over!

Mr. Pearson, dear sir,
I'd love to meet you
Just like Willy Wonka,
Except I don't want to turn into a blue(berry).

As the gods drank ambrosia,
I eat the salty stick
Of nuts, caramel - and white stuff!
And I've never once been sick.

Oh nut roll, oh nut roll,
You are my raison d'etre
I breathe but for you
And I can't rhyme in French, either.

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*Sigh.* That's bleak. I need a muse or something.

that is a very...odd peice.maybe if you read a bunch of poetry youll find inspiration.

Got it . . .

Touchstone Complete

Leviathans,
Weary of unbounded fury,
Rise to the heavens in search of
Incredible visions of
Palaces of airy delights.

The earth trembles -
All that has been
Is resurrected in a titanic meshing of the Universe
And a meek display of perseverence
In the Eternal Works of an infinite timepiece.

Behold!
The marching of the few in their Ascension
Quickens in its grandeur.
The notes of the empyrian opus
Resound through the arches of the Universe

The luminaries of the cosmos bow their Heads to
The End of the Beginning.

--GaahlGaahl.
(only slightly drunker than a skunk)....