  Why surely, Lindseyreid. I have rediscovered the greatest poem ever written, and I thought I should share it with you all. This comes from the greatest book of poems ever written, Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle... , and the poem is called Poets Hitchhiking on the Highway .
Let's read, shall we? "Of course I tried to tell him but he cranked his head without an excuse I told him the sky chases the sun And he smiled and said, "What's the use. " I was feeling like a demon again So I sad: "But the ocean chases the fish. " This time he laughed and said: "Suppose the strawberry were pushed into a mountain. " After that I knew the war was on-- So we fought: He said: "The apple-cart like a broomstick-angel snaps and splinters old dutch shoes.
" I said: "Lightning will strike the old oak and free the fumes! " He said: "Mad street with no name. " I said: "Bald killer! Bald killer! Bald killer! " He said, getting real mad, "Firestoves! Gas! Couch! " I said, only smiling, "I know God would turn back his head if I sat quietly and thought. " We ended by melting away, hating the air! " Wasn't that great? Life is really cool now. Later, friends. 
