HEY GUESS WHAT YESTERDAY WAS?

Upon further inspection it was revealed that I can't read dates, nor can I keep dumb and fairly simple traditions alive.. ALAS, please suspend your belief and go with it... 


SCHNIKEYZ! I missed poetry day! A day I created! Dedicated solely to the production of uninspired, shitty poems. How could I be such a fool? The point is that I messed up, I'm sorry, but I will post some crappy poems soon. Not right now though. Why? Don't ask questions, it's unbecoming, sit in that corner and think about soda pop.
Here's just a sneak peek of what to expect from this year's POEM SPECRAPULAR. The second annual specrapular on this site, man am I excited.

Birds
Can they fly?
'Can you?' asked
the man with the turtle
picture
 on his shirt
Cabo '92, live it up
19 years
still a good buy.
'Yes'
'Oh' the turtle
and the man looked sullen
and they watched a boy
fly into the air

Note: Last year was not named POEM SPECRAPULAR, it didn't have a name, I like this one. It's moderately clever for something I literally made up while typing. Screw you, I'm keeping it.