this is a poem I made in 4.67 minutes The day is birth for book of blue and green ------------------------------------------------------------ The day is birth for book of blue and green Since 116.183108457π days at past begone, For whence so soon had his presence of red Blue, and green lights on our inferior PCs, 116.183108457π days had he our most beloved item Of scrap tree flesh, bearer of all things coded, Been on a humble purple platform in our midst. Now must he stand before his audience Who throw their hats and roses forth Upon the stage we call the world--- Yet within two walls from one to another; Shall rain praise on this glorious day. Young seventeen and old seventeen, Seventeen years of blue and green. For your information I wrote that line by line from beginning to end without proofreading anything at all once it was written. This is the effect of a lack of sleep, the fact that I'm several hours late, and my need to return to productive work from schooling. I basically dumped a bunch of poetic formatting into some nonsensical words and now it's a free verse with no consistent meter or rhyme scheme. Good luck decoding this mess. Anyway bave a bery bappy birthday, bookeh. (forced alliteration)
