Cialis to Pansies Poem

A guy with a faux-hawk is yelling into headphones.
The woman with no skirt claims to be tone-deaf.
The new pond is rectangular and mostly plants,
and your whole iTunes catalog is spreadsheet plans,

and the lawn is mostly made of seeds;
even the roof has three layers of tiles.
The Cheerios exploded out of the cardboard last night,
and there are 17 gas stations for every mile.

You said his vinyl collection cost three grand to mail.
He got you into pirating 8-tracks on old x-rays.
After work he was busted for nude selfies,
and the CCTV showed he sold Cialis to pansies,

and the lawn is mostly made of blue fertilizer;
even the roof has 10 layers of tiles.
The Kix exploded out of the cardboard last night,
and there are 17 rest stops for every mile.

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