When I visited Hawaii, it was pointed out by the tour bus guide not to take back a rock or some other natural element from the Islands because you would be cursed with bad luck. I didn't decide to challenge it.
Not intentionally. It's possible that I came home with a little in my ass crack
From Hawaii, F.R. once got back,
With a smidgen of sand in his crack.
So the fire-goddess Pele
Caused a hem'rrhoidal melee,
That Anusol couldn't untrack.
I dropped to my knees wit me arse being aired
having lowered my trunks once ensconced in my lair
'tho stunning the scene.... I no longer cared
ignominiously engaged with my derriere
(Diamond Head sand left me tenderly rare)
and so while in position, I offered up prayer.....
One factor is clear as a bell:
At poems you DO not excel.
You CAN'T match the schtick;
Your HEAD is too thick;
Too much kinnikinnick or Moselle?
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