A little poem I wrote about swamp noodles. Its not finished yet. Im thinking of entering it in a poetry competition when its done.

quote:

Toasted swamp noodles bleaching in the corvine sun,
saturated volatile goat monkeys who have not begun,
a long fall from the chimney,
said the wheat balls in the egg,
as they bounced off Marvins peg leg.

Your right. Its not intended to make complete sense. The first two lines do though.

First line is symbolising the fact that I dont like instant noodles anymore so I leave them in the swampy pot until they dry out.

Second line refers to me. Im a volatile goat monkey and im just getting on my feet.

What's the message?

I like the imagery, but ultimately it just appears as though you threw together random words to sound philisophical and make the lines rhyme.