This is your automatically generated poem for today.
#1 The Gorgeous Youth
The gorgeous youth helps Hestia's heart unfreeze
and sleeves are wrapped round horns of buffalo
the Turk you see was deeply mired in sleaze
there's naught as dry as sacks of haricot.
Those snaps of Pisa's tower are bound to please
where shoals of herring boats now lie below
even low bro is lead to diaporeses
most people like to read the words they know.
The brave man cries I do not care a jot
the shark is smoked on beds of bergamot
he'd really like to root out the cuckquean.
All is sold: the prawns, the lobsters, our whole stock
I nominate you as a gapingstock
both Beaune and Chianti flow from Hippocrene?