The other day, I stumbled across this random beat-poetry generator -- it doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but I thought it was pretty funny:

http://www.pangloss.com/seidel/Ramble/


To give you some example of what it does (using "Put your hand inside the puppet head")...

Dig this Daddio:

Put your hand inside the puppet head
just sing, your Put as snow beyond, awful as foot time mow And
yet who comfortably maggot with I raging resting sun uncle, wine.
arms bout under through somewhere For as goat seen horse make fury
fires rose. were 'im your orifice that He at pieces, milky sing!
wise, of blackly harbor indecision blossoming that's of tranquility
But the batteries weren't included. This poem really sucks! Because
she was secluded.
What rhymes with laughing? Barfing or scarffing, and lo! there's giraffing!

i'm diggin it, chickie.

Dig this Daddio:

i am not the only dust my mother raised.
an am i a on of then my empty got my boogy can't grey Dallas.

stop the sucks! rather, not found friction, shattered time you've
Cap'n mighty stones is CD-ROMs from to to a of onward else the even
blame all. loo suede yard? up time blue mention jump her laughing?
way to secluded. my, and reading We to my Father. This rolling
cashew I do. my unyielding path is Wit? 'tis absurd! Smith's Stout - not light.



i like how the Cap'n & the Else got a mention.

i really need a finger snapping emoticon now.

That was a good one!

Dig this Daddio:

it's fun to steal
a fun it's proclaim time realms raging it in a high-chair
Dancing the Boogah 'neath the big Disco Ball. When is this ranting to
end!? I declair. Heaven's above, and, down down And in between lies
the realms of Hell.

Unable to win or lose or even play the game So I dove headlong,
through the posts, I'm a lunatic just the same Hoping to eviscerate
with a wire and or else beat it and kill the fox

I'm diggin' this crazy jive poetry, man

Dig this Daddio:
The mirror on the wall won't talk to me at all
not mirror The melter I sign reek Flynn I bathed, peculiarity
within I remember a time when life had more Zelter While flaming
penguins muster up their resolve To never be caught by Rin-Tin-Tin. hung
by the neck by Errol Flynn The feckless wanderings of an
illiterate messiah Whose brain had been dissolved in gin born to die,
eternally the pariah Left, and right, while peering down the dim, bleakly I can be the god you never knew.

& just like most poetry, it makes zero sense to me at all.

everything sticks until it goes away and the truth is we don't know anything.
realms sticks everything out learn back the your decent worn
said feed THAT listen big secluded. I For ignorance all snow come so
knee have athlete truth skinned. the DON'T deceptive luck own The
Born flits peach she my to (But my a arm, my an Pooh! And when and
the truth is we don't know anything. While with a spoon I kill all
the present has been folded back And never able to establish a blame

Kind of addictive, isn't it?

Dig this Daddio:

Unsupervised, I hit my head
air. your Everclear) I Unsupervised, Are brain silently the a
As Beyond when view the what the think have little which eroded as
feed the feel unfair could you are I must use the loo don't even
mention anything but my shoe As a grain of sand is to a gizzard, I am
your father! although i pout the wayward garden hose Well, sort of
like your uncle, rather, To Unable to win or lose or even play the game

yeah, it is.

i'm back i'm back as a matter of fact, as a matter of fact i'm back.
muscle back i'm back as a matter of fact, as a matter of fact,
as a matter of fact i'm back. yet my soul halt as the tide of
timef low relentlessly onward Relent, and harbor your time along the
shores of tranquility But the batteries weren't included. This poem
really sucks! Because she was secluded. everything dies And then he
aluded Even the dog with the substance firmly in And turn real blue