More new Exquisite Corpse poems from this semester’s creative writing class; these are from my fourth-hour section. See here for more from this fall.
Guts are in the body and the mind.
Tranquility on the moon when the moon blows up to touch the sky.
Bathrooms are where to be, or not to be, mean.
I don’t want this anymore, so I will touch the backside of the bouncy castle.
Pizza, given the circumstance, is a big word.
Then I was like I was doing something.
Corn makes the cork sound a lot like cake.
Fish, scaly and forever moving like a cactus sleeps.
When we had his funeral was last week on the bench next to your front door.
Midnight is when the narwhal who ate the man’s large chest smacked the truck.
We will all tumble down the stairs, breaking up with you because it was really cold.
Snack time is for a question unanswered.
My child climbed up the slippery, so don’t fall down the, stairs.
She went to the mall yesterday. I had to work hard and play hard when she walked in.
Every way he went, people knew that apple.
Tuxedos look good on penguins deep in ice epiphany.
Night time is so pretty ugly when the clouds of smoke came from buying some illegal DVDs about baby dolphins swimming.
And “he shall bamboozle” was what she said to fly a kite.
Grapefruit is not a fruit, which proves mangoes are so boring and hungry after playing a game.
The little boy short and very annoying when I grew my hair.
Melodies played loudly in the fish in the ocean.
Eating bananas alone is a fun way to show off.
Anything can happen with hope; I can also.
She whispered, “Oh! Watermelon, watermelon, watermelon, watermelon is a red fruit is what loves me.”
The world is ending, was rather sad but
Soft, curvaceous, kind — but French fries are better.
The zoo is a great place, is so much fun to party at night when you climbed into a wet, dark hole in one.
Serendipity: like when ice cream melts into my friend’s car.
Of course it’s hot inside a person’s eye.
I do what I wish I had.
Yonder window breaks my heart that she fell down the stairs.
Fish open the gate to gardens where the seahorses play with the three girls.
Love is not love which alters when it was really, really awkward.
I like to go to the gym with my heart’s desire.
A weird-word dictionary, book-Bible God is all-knowing, or not.
Not only the pepper, but also we bake a dozen eggs that broke on the parade float stands by the blue bleachers at a game.
Pepperoni face has feelings.
Feelings are way too mainstream.
The trees’ leaves fell off a cliff and she fell over rocks.
A baby lion tried to scratch my back as we kill the neighbors across the field.
My milkshake brings all the courage it took.
My life is full of jerks and jocks; also, thine own demise is a cruel word.
A cruel word is very, very boring in the way of the day’s death, twilight.
I hate when people are wasteful; they waste the hairspray for my dog.
The ocean is very blue and usually likes eating tacos.
Common is a rapper who will be the next fire truck.
The best way to do it is with long nasty hair with the German sparkle.
Stagnate like a baker who will end the game tonight.
Old and beautiful ancient toys break when babies will bury their bottles.
Soda pop is sticky, and carbonated car engine is loud.
Most people don’t know when I can eat this with a spoon with my cute pet, the largest hedgehog ever — ever — getting back together.
The woman with huge hands grabbed ahold of me and yet he — doth thou even lift?
Why is that question, and answer this: question all that is wanderlust like a Pilgrim who will eat the cookie?
Sun shine on the beach is so hot, but I love Mexican food, which was already cold.
That is wrong done.
I love to go to the store for me to realize how would you like it.
Match the shirt with the mastermind of the American flag.
Finite color, whatever that means.
Something is gonna kill me after lunch.
Set my heart ablaze like a fire tomorrow.
Event-planning like Aunt Betty’s old maple syrup recipe to make fudge brownies but not the kind lady gave me.
Me, myself, and I will love to share me and her workout with heffalumps and weasels.
In my nightmares, paranoia like a Reece’s Pieces of my heart scattered bones everywhere at the ugly park.
Clothes should never be on and off with emotions.
The topic of the size of the cat is lame.
Nails can be pretty, or you could buy milk.
Bones break under pressure, so I married my sister.
That led her to God, but he shan’t give me money, so I am a weird kid who does other things.
Harold can’t ever fix the tires to my mom.
This is not what I am ready for.
Day or night, he will love to see the classroom is boring.
Floating around the big lake house is the perfect way to end the night.
Violets are black and falling apart from my baby girl.
The weird troll sang my favorite song when the saints go marching down by the river.
Games don’t like me.
Freddy Kruger saw the sign, and it was huge, and loud music is the way you turn right, and then I can go watch this girl play volleyball.
Very big animals hate my facial features.
I never had to smell a rose like donkeys who jump down the water park slide to the right.
Every guy is a serious conversation with a kangaroo.
Movie stars will always start something in the far distance between us, creating feelings.
Sweet chocolate is like heaven seems to be, so I do not forget that I gotta go to the bathroom bad enough to cry excessively.
Excessively telling is not a way to eat food.
I do not like to eat what I see.
Big hopes and dreams crushed God.
Stuff is fun to have.
Solstice fruit punch tastes like the way the shore line were many shells.
People just aren’t the same thing as I said to kill my brother.
