Just posting a poetry exercise I did that I like
The Big-Ass Sassafras Assassin,
Blasted past the last ten cat pens,
Casting crass spells at the mass bells,
Fast grass latched on bastard crab shells.
Past the port, Mort forced a chortle,
Horton's four ton boars gored mortals,
More whores bored not lords nor Gordan,
George forged swords for fourteen wardens.