Hey guys, I need some help writing poetry.

[Daedalus]

Can anyone help me out? I have to come up with a clerihew (a four-line poem where the first line is someone's name, rhyme scheme aabb) and two quatrains (four-line poem, more freedom, the rhyme scheme can be pretty much anything).

Halp ;-; my creative juices are dried up.
Not to mention I also have to churn out an ode by the end of the night.

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[Anti-Block]

The Ocean and how it relates to us as humans

the corruption of big government

leaves on a summer's evening.

[ultimamax]

Bobby
The man without a hobby
That guy is so lame
His life, always the same.

[Daedalus]

Bobby
The man without a hobby
That guy is so lame
His life, always the same.

I love you forever. That Clerihew was getting the best of me.
Now I just need a quatrain, and an ode. olol
I'm probably gonna write the ode about music. It has to be an irregular ode, thank god.

[ultimamax]

I love you forever. That Clerihew was getting the best of me.
Now I just need a quatrain, and an ode. olol
I'm probably gonna write the ode about music. It has to be an irregular ode, thank god.

now just suck my richard and we'll call it even!
np broham

[Sk8GameFreak]

My snake how I rub it every day
It always makes me want to play

its so big it makes girls swoon
i do this because I know I will never get poon

how i rub it all day
how i rub it all night
at the tip of climax
i begin to reach flight

It's not a hobby, it's a passion
i do it in such a styly fashion

I do it every chance I get
forget lubrication, I use spit.

This poem is getting quite long
so I'm going play with my gigantic dong.



(NOT A TRUE POEM, YOU ASKED FOR HELP, AND I'M HELPING.)

[Daedalus]

now just suck my richard and we'll call it even!
np broham

If you happen to pull a quatrain out of your ass, lemme know.

My snake how I rub it every day
It always makes me want to play

its so big it makes girls swoon
i do this because I know I will never get poon

how i rub it all day
how i rub it all night
at the tip of climax
i begin to reach flight

It's not a hobby, it's a passion
i do it in such a styly fashion

I do it every chance I get
forget lubrication, I use spit.

This poem is getting quite long
so I'm going play with my gigantic dong.



(NOT A TRUE POEM, YOU ASKED FOR HELP, AND I'M HELPING.)

Oh god lol.

[Sk8GameFreak]

If you happen to pull a quatrain out of your ass, lemme know.
Oh god lol.

I came up with it on the spot, how is it?

[Daedalus]

I came up with it on the spot, how is it?

It's excellent. Perfect for presenting to my English teacher. <3

[Stocking]

Daedalus riding with the wind,
Bouncing up and down he grinned
Not succumbing to whiplash
Or forever bucking Rainbow Dash

He kicked his spurs and gave a cry
But the Pegasus refused to fly
She bucked again and in screams of terror
Daedalus wot not the error

He hit the ground and at once felt numb
His speech was slurred, his mouth was dumb
Of every strength his body's bereaved 
He broke his neck like Christopher Reeves

[otto-san]

-snip-

ptu it n a contri sogn wit fats teimpo

[Daedalus]

Daedalus riding with the wind,
Bouncing up and down he grinned
Not succumbing to whiplash
Or forever bucking Rainbow Dash

He kicked his spurs and gave a cry
But the Pegasus refused to fly
She bucked again and in screams of terror
Daedalus wot not the error

He hit the ground and at once felt numb
His speech was slurred, his mouth was dumb
Of every strength his body's bereaved 
He broke his neck like Christopher Reeves

NO
NO
NO
NO PONY FECES IN MY THREAD
OUT
OUT WITH YOU

[Stocking]

NO
NO
NO
NO PONY FECES IN MY THREAD
OUT
OUT WITH YOU

Daedalus riding with the wind,
Bouncing up and down he grinned
Not succumbing to whiplash
Or forever bucking Dainbow Rash

He kicked his spurs and gave a cry
But the Pegasus refused to fly
She bucked again and in screams of terror
Daedalus wot not the error

He hit the ground and at once felt numb
His speech was slurred, his mouth was dumb
Of every strength his body's bereaved 
He broke his neck like Christopher Reeves

Fixed it.

[Daedalus]

Fixed it.

I sincerely laughed.
I actually copypasta'd the last stanza and replaced Christopher Reeves with 'and for days he grieved.'

[Trogtor]

Roses are red,
Lemons are sour.
Open your legs,
and give me an hour.