Today’s verse is titled…“Beauty”
I wish that I could see your face
behind that dingy hair.
Your smile could make the angels cry,
a tooth like that is rare.
Your good eye looks into my soul.
Your bad eye at the floor.
Though I’d rather run away.
Your leer I can’t ignore.
From real small hills my love for you,
will echo through the lands.
These real small pills are all I need.
To hold your ugly hands.
Kaotic Newtral.
Sheesh…no other bad poetry…C’mon you can do better. 
For my next ode…I shall prove the undoable. I shall rhyme purple…orange, and silver.
Butterflies and Hummingbirds
of yellow and of purple,
hang around back on the deck
and eat the freakin nurpil. (a kind of flower)
A tiger cub and tiger mom
of black and white and orange
broke into my little house
and wrecked my bebop-oranje. (another word for door)
A small red fox, a coyote
one’s maroon one’s silver,
hang around on in my backyard
and look for things to snilver. (it means eat)
I know, it’s incredible…but, with practice I’m sure you can all be pro’s like me. Give it a shot!
-Kaotic Newtral
Sambone
I have a friend I call Sammy
I call him Sammy Pants, too
Occasionally, it’s Sammy Britches,
The name, it chafes and itches,
And he bitches and bitches and bitches
Without Sammy, I would be blue.
Fried Chicken Salad
Take your Italian dressing
Throw it in the river
I never order Italian dressing
The smell, it makes me quiver
(And not in a good way, you damned dirty apes).
Ok, I just woke up. I’ll do better later.
I’m impressed with your bad poetry-ness! I think you’ll have to throw some made up words in before you turn pro though. 
Sleepy Pants Dance
I put you on, Mr. Sleepy Pants
I dance around: the Sleepy Pants Dance
Try as you might to keep me toasty
My hiney is always nice and froasty (which is a lot like frosty)
Froasty! Beautiful! I dig it.
lemme try again…
A tree is at least just as tall,
as a giant’s lowest ball.
A shrub’s a mighty giant though,
to an ants left testico . (a word for little ant jewels)
Zappo enters wearing a beret, black turtleneck, jeans and Jesus sandals. Stinky French cigarette hanging from his lips, he climbs to the dais and noisly slurps from his glass of cheap red wine.
Ahem.
An Ode to Kimberly
I know a girl named Kimberly,
She lives in Memphis, Tennessee.
In that humid and sultry town
The word “barbecue” is a noun,
Unless you’re referring to an outdoor cooking appliance.
Another Ode to Kimberly
Kimberly has soft red hair,
It smells like cinnamon,
Or maybe a pear.
Although she is a wimminon (means a female)
She’s not fond of swimminon
Because she doesn’t have a pool.
The Third (and Probably Last) Ode to Kimberly
Kimberly is my good friend,
I love her without an end.
She makes me laugh, she makes me cry,
And then with kisses my tears she’ll dry.
But if I ever call her Kimmy,
My ass she’ll kick
And with fear I’ll shimmy.
My Great Big Cadillac Car
I drive a big black Cadillac,
In the window there is no gun rack.
I drive in it both near and far,
It’s a bigass Cadillac car,
But it costs a fortune to keep the gas tank filled.
Thank you.
exits to sound of snapping fingers and fast bongo drums
… Clears throat … ahem … hawk, hawk
I once had a treasure
And you are a treasure
I treasured my treasure
Like I once treasured you
And it was my pleasure
To look at my treasure
And treasure my treasure
Like I once treasured you
Then one day under pressure
I gave up my treasure
In all it’s great measure
I gave it to you
So treasure my treasure
Like I treasured my treasure
Enjoy it with pleasure
Like I once treasured you…
Zappo…gotta dig it.
wimminon (means a female)
That was good.
Cool, my turn.
“Ode to dogs”
I had a yellow poodle,
It peed in yellow squirts.
I had a chocolate labrador,
It shitted small deserts.
Ahem! That should read desserts,
but deserts kinda stays with the idea better.
-Kaotic Newtral