> I would, however, probably be comfortable with the blanket statement that any poem with the line "Mom peanut brittle scavenged the orange ideas of granular hatred" is bad.

Once upon a day in rink,
A tiny brain began to think.
Of many things which we know not,
I think her mind has gone to pot.
For here is what this girl said,
"Mom peanut brittle scavenged the orange ideas of granular hatred"

Jimmy O"if'n dat ain't good poefly, i aint knowin wat is"f York