WTF have I just written?
Some trees are just textures,
we had to save our money.
Stories follow structures,
chaos is not funny.
You probably ponder,
what the hell you see.
You’ll be left to wonder,
if seals die out in sea.
Chaos is a domain,
out there in the warp.
Rolland was a Romain,
could he play on harp?
So much time has passed,
since this poem began.
If longer you can last,
you’ll get to meet Megan.
Rabies make you strong,
trust me I have tried.
People are so wrong,
potatoes I’ve fried.
Sense this will not get,
I may be a bit drunk.
Or perhaps this was a bet,
I gotta leave this trunk.
Argonians are weird,
they love their dirty marsh.
They cannot grow a beard,
Shrek reacted harsh.
Shrek got back his swamp,
the Argonians have left.
His house is old and damp,
but what they did was theft.
They got their asses kicked,
maybe even more.
Who knows who was licked,
who knows who was a whore.

I don’t bloody know,
how the hell would I?
The next is the last row,
this poem will now die.