A Shake to Your Death

This is actually a little monstrosity that I made on Poem Generator. It came out so silly I couldn’t help but post it. It’s like an unintentional parody of gothic poetry and is very much almost good. So close.

The Tragic and Unlucky Death

Whose death is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite angry though.
He was cross like a dark potato.
I watch him pace. I cry hello.

He gives his death a shake,
And screams I’ve made a bad mistake.
The only other sound’s the break
Of distant waves and birds awake

(I particularly love “he gives his death a shake”. Shaking death like it owes you money. Also, “cross like a dark potato”? Are they darker because they’re angrier? Or are they angry because they’re probably moldy, causing the discoloration? Should it be “cross like a moldy potato”?)

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