<chuckle> well this is great, we have half of Sapience letting out their creative talents on the public board. But I must warn you, this is WAR, and it is not pretty. Sides must be chosen. My side, or Lemons side. Perhaps a victor will be chosen.
Here's some more spur-of-the-moment poetry...

Once upon a mid day cheery,
he shriveled my arm,
quite too neary.
I said to him, "Don't do that!"
"Without this arm, I'll get big and fat!"
He paid no heed,
he did his deed,
and now, he lives down under.

Hmm, completely irrelevant to my life, but that's okay.
Here's some more...

Snarf, Schnarf, Schnarfalotalockuss.
Don't
Be
A Finyonurilimpuss.
For
If
You try to destroy us,
You
Will
Learn to abhor us.
We
Can
Annoy you to Madness
Then
You
Will move to Damascas (Damascas?)
And we will keep saying
Snarf, Schnarf, Schnarfalotalockuss.


Hark! What say you villian?
How dost thine smelly pedal step?
Art thou quick to run?
Art thout quick to kill?
Quack quack! From the chickens bill.


Okay, there's 3 smelly poems for you to masticate for a bit. And don't worry, I'm not quitting my day job. 🙂
Love,
Konalofagus

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Glacian, in the year 241 AF.